My parents were married in Minnesota, a state where long cold winters bring ice to the lakes and ponds and the fast-paced sport of hockey is popular.
Shortly after my folks were married, a neighbor approached my mother.
“Is everything all right with you and John?”, she asked my mother Ann.
“Yes. Why?”, my mother replied, puzzled.
“Well, I hear him yelling.” The neighhbor looked concerned.
My mother replied, “Ohhhhhhhh. No. He’s yelling at the hockey games!”
The Minnesota Wild hockey team. It wasn’t around when my parents got married, but I’m sure hockey looks the same now as it did in the 1970s.
