Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Sigh

Being all hockey-nostalgic now, I was going through some stuff, looking at autographs (I lost more than I still have, sadly) and hockey cards tonight. I found my first press pass.

(The blue blur obscures my name, which was oh-so-offically written in ball point pen. And I wasn't working press, I was substituting for interns on the PR staff who'd gone home to Jersey for semester break. But working there in December I did get to go to the Christmas party, which I remember oh-so-well because my childhood hero offered me a cocktail meatball.)

And although I did lose a lot of memorabilia to youthful carelessness, I also saved a fair amount. This could be blog fodder for awhile...