Welcome Back, Winnipeg Jets
In the summer of 1985, in honour of my brother’s Manitoba wedding, my parents took me on a road trip. Living in Ontario, we drove West through the United States towards the wedding, and then East through Canada on the way home. I don’t remember a thing about the trip home through Canada. I do remember parts of the trip through the U.S. – in particular a visit to Wakefield, Michigan, and the purchase of a Rambo helicopter toy I played with endlessly. But what I remember most is my dad breaking us into the Winnipeg Arena. It was the middle of the day, and we clearly weren’t supposed...
