Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel

swo8

Part 8:
In The Beginning:
Towards spring, the game consisted of taking somewhat extended recesses out on the pack ice that had drifted down from the Gulf of St. Lawrence. In those days the pack ice was home to large numbers of seals that we could club. Seals were not particularly liked in our fishing village, because of their boundless appetite for fish. The teacher’s concerns centred more on being late, rather than the cruel fate of these defenceless animals. Anyway, in general, our “ecclesiastic” teachers took a less than enthusiastic view of this sport, especially on those days when we returned late because of shifting ice.

Screen Shot 2017-07-02 at 12.54.31 PM

With permission of the author.

View original post

Advertisements