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Ah, Ken. We who grew up in Montreal mourned the day he retired--still in his prime, to become a lawyer full time, I believe. One of the last of the stand-up goaltenders. When I was a tiny lad, the family found ourselves on the same plane as the Canadiens, in the midst of their dominance during the 1970s. I was frozen in awe and speechless, and my dad practically carried me seat to seat to collect autographs.

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