The Green Grass of Home
I remember this song playing on our old record player. I have always liked this song, especially since my Dad was often nearby when this song was playing. The Green Grass of Home
I remember this song playing on our old record player. I have always liked this song, especially since my Dad was often nearby when this song was playing. The Green Grass of Home
Perhaps, as we walk quickly away from another season that our sons and daughters played,
we should pause for perspective, all the focus on them, and for our enjoyment, the prices they paid.
We all entered these overlapping eras the same way, from the back door, before dawn on a late November morn,
but did you get through the months that followed unmarked by the passion? Love of the game reborn.
Was all of this just another drive-thru moment, capture a picture here and there, passing by, out and about?
Or did you find a place to dig in, a connection to all-time, to make it better before the love runs out?
Hopefully this hockey season will go down as the most peculiar season of all time, and as the only one of it’s kind. Despite all of the misinformation and uncertainty, it was a near miracle that there was a season at all. I would be a complete fraud if I didn’t also promote the idea of how incredibly uplifting it was to play games, to embrace competition, and to know that the kids were simply able to play. Easily the happiest of my leisure activities over the winter, was watching the kids play. Kids playing the sport they love, as they should.
Goffstown Hockey 2020-2021: Golden Slumbers
Most April’s greet all of us hockey fans a whole lot different than this one did. With all that is going on in the world lately, it has been hard to focus on this hockey season, or any season for that matter. At least for me. In my head, I have been writing this piece for several weeks, or maybe it’s months by now. Actually, I guess I have been writing this piece in my head for at least five or more years. Another high school hockey season has come to an end, well sort of. The 2019-2020 high school hockey season ended for Goffstown on the ice as it did for most others, but the State Tournament semifinalists’ were left wondering what could have happened.
Goffstown Hockey 2019-2020: Goodbye

Oh my, where do I start? I guess I start with recognizing the fact that it has been several months since the last time that I really sat down to write something, to create, to formulate frames, thoughts, and ideas through the use of words.
Then I suppose I should include the fact that I went to see The Ghosts of Christmas Eve, The Best of TSO and More Tour 2017 on Saturday, November 25th in Manchester, NH. As often happens with me when I listen to these folks, even while I was sitting there at the venue, watching both the afternoon and evening shows, I had words, ideas, lyrics, and emotions I wanted to capture, all swirling in my head. The Show Must Go On
I am assuming that most of you have at least 10-12 minutes today or tomorrow to read through news articles, social media posts, and commentary regarding the various protests and stances surrounding our National Anthem and the American Flag.United We Stand
People that have impacted me, among many, many others, are dying. Maybe I even knew some of them.People Are Dying