Rink by Raymond A. Foss
After Minnesota’s lakes in the winter of ’71, it was no big deal but for us it was it was something we did together dad, mom, and us some plastic, boards to frame the edge and a thin film of ice added layer by layer, day by day brittle pockets of air, deep solid parts and ragged places where the lawn dipped, sloped draining the hose after each time, so it wouldn’t fill setting lights to shine on our practice under the stars and moon using it after school too; but mostly at night, watching mom figure skate and dad teaching us hockey before the lure of skiing changed our winter sport.
July 15, 2006 18:54
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