Of all the beautiful cities I have visited in my life, Vancouver is right up there with Bergen Norge.
In the spring of 1980, I drove up there from Tacoma for a week.
I had a good time, good food and work was a pleasure.
Even got to visit good friends I knew from Bermuda.
I'll never forget flying out of Vancouver early in the morning
and seeing the tops of the mountains sicking up out of the clouds.
As we flew over one peak, I looked down saw a man come out of his home,
hop in his car, head down the road. He turned on his headlights as he disappeared into the clouds.
Back to horrible Boston, via Montreal.
I made many trips back to Tacoma in the early 90s, and always wanted
to drive up to Vancouver again. But never had the opportunity.
