One in ten Icelanders will publish a book.
I also used to fantasize about playing like Georges Vezina, Tretiak had rubber knees, Gerry Cheever’s mask was cool. Ken Dryden was my hero — smart too, took a year off for school (or so the PR campaign hiding the contract dispute told me). Now you hear about dollars and terms two years before the contract expires.
PR still exists. What society is on the mirror tonight?
I’m playing with too many ideas, or not enough. Fantasy is for playtime.
Is it playtime yet?