Joseph Byrne

When I started to write about my great friend Jim Mahon, I decided that he was much more than a great hockey player. He was an incredibly wonderful...

Collie looked at him with empty eyes, tear-filled eyes, pained eyes. He looked like he wanted to die, but responded emotionally to Anthony, as thou...

"Not a whisper of wind down her in the creek," I marvelled, and touched the bottom of the storm with my hockey stick. The wind was sweeping the sno...

"Heeyah!" he heard again, not sure this time if it was meant for him, or for one of the horses working there. "Heeyah!" he heard again, this time s...