journey through the past

Neil Young’s new memoir is filled, as you’d expect, with guitars and cars, Crosbys, Stills, and Nashes. It has many toy trains, too, and some pharmaceuticals. It explains Neil’s love of plaid shirts. Waging Heavy Peace (Blue Rider Press) also includes a few glancing views of Neil’s dad, newspaperman and hockey writer Scott Young. Also, a brief account of Shakey’s even briefer hockey career, from his earliest days as a boy growing up in Omemee, Ontario. He writes about having contracted polio when he was six, which didn’t bode well for his return to the ice following his recovery:

I remember not being very good at sports, and my back hurt when I was skating and leaning over, so my position as a goalie was in jeopardy on the rink. I couldn’t skate that well, and the pucks scared the hell out of me. I was not meant to play hockey — but my brother Bob was. He was great! He was so fast it was scary, and we went to his games for years, cheering him on.