Well, my wife eventually took the young gal--who was becoming quite 'womanly'--to purchase a bra, with the mom's permission of course. Bill went back to losing faceoffs against Susie, and Susie went back to turtlenecks in practices. Bill later confided to me that he liked facing off against Susie, but he did admit that it interfered with his game.

It was that group of kids that I took on a field trip to Edmonton and Calgary for floor hockey tournaments. Had a helluva time getting them to be careful in traffic, and it was in Edmonton that another kid named 'Alan' split off from the group. We were staying at dorms on the U of Alberta campus. Alan, a wonderful young man who had bush skills like I have never seen--drop him naked with a knife 200 miles from nowhere in bush country and he'd return three weeks later dressed in animal skins and well-fed, got lost a block away from the dorm. He was only two blocks from the pool the kids were swimming in--and it was their first time in anything but the Reserve water-supply dugout or a lake--and I found him crying because he was lost. It's all in one's perspective I suppose. Susie today is married as are the boys (men now), and I like to think that Bill has been able to back-burner his floor hockey memories in the presence of his wife. Somehow, though . . . .

Thanks for your kind words freightdawg and jimmyt.

Later.