Or it could be that Stuie is just a decent guy who realizes that he could have to move at the drop or a hat, and that it is important for a child to be with her father, and he's doing the decent thing.
As I recall, when Stu was traded here, the little girl was about 9 or 10. They obviously didn't move at that time since it was near the end of the season and it was a rental. He would be UFA in a few months and there was a new baby on the way.
He then got a 4-year contract with a partial NTC. I remember that it was said at that time that he wanted to stay put until his step-daughter reached high school so that she wouldn't have to be uprooted again.
It seems that the plan was to bring her here. I knew a lady who was divorced in California, and in her case, in order to move away, she had to send her kids to live with their dad in the summer in order to avoid the every-other-weekend visits, which would not have worked over such a long distance.
The only reason she got that was that her ex allowed it.
Apparently in Stuie's case, either the dad or the courts didn't allow it, or he and his wife decided not to move the family.
I do recall that he declined a better offer from Calgary because he didn't want to send the little girl through customs alone on her visitations. Considering that he's from Alberta, that must have been a sacrifice.
Hearing how he has put his wife and her child ahead of his own interests has given me a huge amount of respect for him. I would love for him to stay, but I understand why he wants to be back with his wife and 4-year-old son.
It has to have been rough for him to be away from his little boy, yet he has honoured his contract with the Wings, even though things apparently didn't go as planned.
I wish him well where ever he goes, even if it's with an icky team like the Ducks.
The Wings WILL win tonight. I wore my unlucky shirt yesterday, so it is not touching whatever shirt I will be wearing today. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, the bad luck can pass on to the Wings even if I don't actually touch the shirt on game day, as opposed to what was previously thought. It also wicks through the other, innocent shirts and bespoils the Wings efforts. No more. It has been banished. The Wings WILL win tonight.
I really like Ty, but Joey has come out of nowhere and has earned his spot. I do wish we could have kept all three around, but maybe Ty is better off somewhere where he can work off the rust and have a game here and there. It can't be fun sitting all the time.
My friends do enjoy hockey, but I only have 1 tv and the kids will be using that for wii. The sacrifices you have to make as a parent. Normally there is no option in my house it's hockey or go find something else to do.
Land o'Goshen, Dawn! Tell the kids the wii broke and they'll have to go play with the Lincoln Logs. Then watch Wings. Sacrifices, indeed! There are sacrifices and there are sacrifices. Listening to Justin Beiber is a sacrifice. Giving up the Wings is torture!
It's been almost 30 years, so my memory is sure to be faded and perhaps tainted by time, but I am only recalling 3 instances where I witnessed poltergeist activity. I know there were more- I did go through 3 roommates in a matter of 4 months.
They tended to be small. One time there was a pile of books on the bed that just fell off. We didn't think anything of it at the time- figured they just hadn't been stacked straight or something, but they had been sitting there for some time, and weren't close to the edge, yet every one of them fell off, not just the ones on the top of the pile. You'd think at least the bottom ones would have stayed on the bed.
Another time my friend Rachel was sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with one of my stuffed animals. I had just cleaned my room and the rest of the animals were sitting on the bed leaning against the wall. The bed was tight to the wall. I went to answer the door (this was a dorm room, btw) and there was a thump and Rachel screamed. The bed had jumped about a foot from the wall. Rachel said it just leaped up and landed on the floor again. The animals had all fallen behind the bed, and Rachel was still sitting cross-legged, so there was no way she could have done it by moving the bed herself.
The other time was the biggest. We had two closets, above each of which were two cabinets. The cabinet doors tended to stick badly on the one side. My roommate at the time was rather short, so I always had to open hers for her if she needed anything out of it. I am tall enough (5'10") that I could open them and grab from the front if I needed something, but as they were quite deep, I had to get on a chair if I wanted something from the back.
Amy (my roommate at the time) and I were sitting doing our homework when we heard a scrape like the sound that Amy's door made when opening. We looked up and all 4 doors had opened and most of the stuff that was in the cabinets fell out. It wasn't one object at a time nor did things fly, like in the video, it was one gigantic dump.
Amy had never believed until then. She thought I was moving her stuff around to bug her. She moved out rather quickly. I went through 2 more roommates, and they both left almost as soon as they were unpacked. The last one wanted to room with me because she wanted to see "Mike" as we called him. I figured she'd stay, but she was back out the door as soon as something freaky happened.
The occurrences happened for only a span of 4-5 months and then stopped. I did my term paper for English that year on poltergeists. I found that there is a theory that they might be the result of over-active brain waves, and they tend to gravitate around females (check), teens (check), and epileptics (which I was at that time due to side effects of a medication I was on). They also tend to last for less than 6 months in cases like mine.
Like I said, it was a very long time ago. Once I found out that I might be the source of it, I thought it was way cool. I never felt threatened by it, just startled because it would happen suddenly. All the same, I'm glad it stopped and hasn't followed me around through life. Those dang things don't pick up after themselves.