It’s not too much, the Kiwanis Ice Arena. It’s an unassuming ice rink in a very cool town. The place is a fixture, like the Lighthouse or Inquiring Minds. It is there and will be there always, a cold house on the edge of the village. Every little town has something like it, a privilege that becomes second-nature, a strange niche that almost doesn’t fit. Something that would surprise outsiders by its very existence, but is standard fare for the natives.