I was going through the old archives for no reason except to realize how much we used to suck [ed. note: yeah right, "used to"] and came across all sorts of stuff we used to do in the summer to fill time. They have returned. To remind you, or for the noobs, Brushes With Habness is a feature begun two summers ago on FHF, wherein we, the FHF, tell you riveting stories about our brushes with Habs and people in the Habs family. Mmm, that's good filler.
I grew up down the street from Toe Blake. This was during his retirement years, but he lived no more than a 30-second bike ride from my childhood home. I never met him. We were warned not to go to his house at Hallowe'en so as not to disturb him. I used to use his side lawn to sneak on to the golf course behind his house late at night. There was also a park across the street from his house which was named for him after he died. I used to play the classic 3-person baseball game "running bases" there. The park is so small it doesn't even appear on this map.
Thrilling, huh? Come back for more crappy summer filler soon.