Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the saying goes “One man’s puck is another man’s junk.” At least, that was the case yesterday, when my girlfriend Shellie and I investigated a few boxes of discarded books in the alley. You usually don’t find anything good when people throw books away–just romance novels and The Da Vinci Code. I, on the other hand scored a hat trick and found two pucks and a hockey book amongst the otherwise mundane collection of travel guides and cook books.
One person’s junk…my pucks. Or treasures. Or however that saying goes. Continue reading “One person’s puck…”