The Iceman Cometh  How a son of immigrants used an Army surplus
Jeep to change the face of skating  The Iceman Cometh  Feature
Article from Hemmings Motor News  September, 2006 - David
LaChance  In his book Open Net, about his time spent learning to
play goalie with the Boston Bruins, sports journalist George
Plimpton relates his attempts to get his girlfriend to attend a
hockey game by promising that they would watch the Zamboni
resurface the ice between periods. For her, the machine's
appearance was the highlight of the game.  She's not alone in
her fascination. Go to any hockey game, and likely as not,
you'll see kids with their noses pressed up against the glass as
the Zamboni machine makes its way around the rink, laying down a
sheet of fresh ice like some giant, mechanized snail from the
South Pole.  From Sasha Cohen to the local pee-wee hockey team,
anyone who's ever laced up skates and headed onto the rink owes
a debt to an immigrant's son named Frank J. Zamboni. Born in
Utah, where he learned to work