A white yarmulke autographed by Jean Béliveau, Rocket Richard and Guy Lafleur.
A piano bar on St-Charles Blvd. in Kirkland that may or may not have been called Le Médoc, where Lafleur would go sit for an hour or two, smoking his cigar, sipping a brandy and listening to the piano man because it was a quiet place where he would be left alone.
A youngster gazing at Lafleur until he offered an autograph because the kid was too shy to ask.
Then there was the disco album. I hadn’t heard of it until my friend, guitarist supremo Howard Forman, posted about it on Facebook. “Around 1978-79 Guy Lafleur made a disco album (no giggling, it sold 250K copies in both official languages). He didn’t sing, only imparted technique and hockey philosophy over pulsating tracks.
“I got to do the guitar parts and met him when he stopped by the studio. … Most impressive was the way he took time for everyone there, to acknowledge them individually and treat them to some up-close hero worship. A real class act.”
