[We are driving home from Mississauga, in possession of a box of hockey cards from Steve’s youth. They are neatly filed in binder-sized plastic sheets.]
Daddy. May I see one of those?
Sure – here you go! [He passes a sheet back – there is a pause.]
Are these players still playing?
No – these are all from when I was collecting as a kid.
Where did you find the cards, originally?
They sold them at convenience stores, mostly. I would get some whenever I had enough money.
Oh.
[I think I know where she’s heading with this. I interject.]
Are you thinking you’d like to start your own collection?
Yes. [A beat.] I love hockey. [Another beat.] It’s the best game EVER!
Whither Earthlings 