“This is the place, a real lucky spot,” Dad said. “I’ve never shown anyone.”
The banks of Spine Creek were silted with pebbles and the water ran quickly, but it didn’t look deep enough to be a hidden gem of a fishing hole.
That’s what they call her, Hockey Mom. It’s a professional identity, I guess, when you take the stage wearing an over-sized hockey jersey and slowly–so slowly, lift it over your head to the tune of “She Shook Me (All Night Long).”