Legendary Kindness and Dignity – Tribute to Cal Larson

It was a sunny, winter day in the mid-1960s at the Channing outdoor hockey rink in Fergus Falls. Now, more than a half century later, his impression remains indelible. I stood nervously in tattered leather hockey skates on wobbly legs, struggling to stay upright. It was my first day of hockey practice. The team had already held a few practices and the other boys wore bright yellow jerseys and scurried around the rink like it was second-nature. I stood awkwardly in an old, brown corduroy coat; quite unbecoming for a hockey player. What was I doing here?

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