INTRO: One chilly day decades ago, after playing hockey with sons Sean and Pat on the commonly-called Muck Hole in Leeds, we were followed through the woods by a young white fox, a pleasant enough critter, who seemed to be auditioning for pethood. We all three wanted to stroke its fur, to scratch its ears, … Continue reading As the hockey season comes to a close in Boston, here’s a cool pond puck story from earlier this year:
