I hope that the behemoth, Ford Motor Company does not complain about the use of the logo that their Thunderbird car carried for many years. I owned one and there were no less than ten T bird logos on the car.
Apr 30, 2023·edited Apr 30, 2023Liked by Paul Adams
I have been to Duncan Paul, many years ago as a young teen to visit a cousin and his spouse who lived there (who have since parted company). I remember it as a charming place, but this was well before the installation of the World’s Largest Hockey Stick. So, it was less of a Travel Destination back then. I am mighty impressed with the your words and pictures of the big stick, and I say this with some authority as a former citizen of Kenaston, Saskatchewan, home of the World’s Largest Snowman. It’s a long story how how this colossal fibreglass structure turned up in a village of only a few hundred people, but I won’t tell it here. Getting back to Duncan, what I remember best is not the town itself, but a tour of the Greater Duncan Area that my cousin took me on. As a not very well travelled 15-year-old from the Great Plains what I principally remember is being very stressed being driven through what I remember as some kind of mountain pass with sheer rock walls very close to both sides of the highway. This was very discomfiting to kid from the Land of Living Skies used to wide open spaces. And as I write this I’ve realized I have one more family connection to Duncan. Many years after my visit there, my nephew came to play Junior A hockey in Duncan at that self same rink, I gather, adorned with the big stick. He was a very good player, with a reasonable shot at playing in the NHL. But that career was cut short, unfortunately, by series of concussions. This was just about the time Sidney Crosby was experiencing his highly publicized health scare over his concussions and there was an increasing appreciation in sports medicine circles how dangerous repeated hits to the head could be. My nephew was getting seriously ill following the blows to the noggin he was getting on ice — and prey to ruthless opposing players who knew he was “a concussion guy” who deliberately gave him shots to the head to gain a tactical advantage over him. His best — and most urgent — medical advice was to quit the game he loved, which he did with great reluctance. Recovery afterwards was slow and painful. But there is a happy ending. My nephew, dedicated to helping those who are in predicaments similar to his own, has become part of a medical elite. He is now a neuro-chiropractor specializing in treating athletes with head and neck injuries (Sidney Crosby swears by them). And for my nephew, it all started in Duncan.
How did the visit to the hockey stick* and puck compare to your Husky The Muskie experience?
I hope that the behemoth, Ford Motor Company does not complain about the use of the logo that their Thunderbird car carried for many years. I owned one and there were no less than ten T bird logos on the car.
You should’ve said to her “want some Covid?!”
Bwahaha! That would shut her down
I have been to Duncan Paul, many years ago as a young teen to visit a cousin and his spouse who lived there (who have since parted company). I remember it as a charming place, but this was well before the installation of the World’s Largest Hockey Stick. So, it was less of a Travel Destination back then. I am mighty impressed with the your words and pictures of the big stick, and I say this with some authority as a former citizen of Kenaston, Saskatchewan, home of the World’s Largest Snowman. It’s a long story how how this colossal fibreglass structure turned up in a village of only a few hundred people, but I won’t tell it here. Getting back to Duncan, what I remember best is not the town itself, but a tour of the Greater Duncan Area that my cousin took me on. As a not very well travelled 15-year-old from the Great Plains what I principally remember is being very stressed being driven through what I remember as some kind of mountain pass with sheer rock walls very close to both sides of the highway. This was very discomfiting to kid from the Land of Living Skies used to wide open spaces. And as I write this I’ve realized I have one more family connection to Duncan. Many years after my visit there, my nephew came to play Junior A hockey in Duncan at that self same rink, I gather, adorned with the big stick. He was a very good player, with a reasonable shot at playing in the NHL. But that career was cut short, unfortunately, by series of concussions. This was just about the time Sidney Crosby was experiencing his highly publicized health scare over his concussions and there was an increasing appreciation in sports medicine circles how dangerous repeated hits to the head could be. My nephew was getting seriously ill following the blows to the noggin he was getting on ice — and prey to ruthless opposing players who knew he was “a concussion guy” who deliberately gave him shots to the head to gain a tactical advantage over him. His best — and most urgent — medical advice was to quit the game he loved, which he did with great reluctance. Recovery afterwards was slow and painful. But there is a happy ending. My nephew, dedicated to helping those who are in predicaments similar to his own, has become part of a medical elite. He is now a neuro-chiropractor specializing in treating athletes with head and neck injuries (Sidney Crosby swears by them). And for my nephew, it all started in Duncan.
Always interesting, Paul. So very glad the Covid symptoms are mild to none. That lower bar will vanish soon.