I’m moving on. I abruptly published part two of the previous post to get the damn jury duty case out of my mind.
These days I’ve been glued to the Winter Olympics taking place a couple hours north in Vancouver, Canada. It’s fantastic to see Canada in the limelight. In the last twelve years of my life I’ve worked with Canadians on an almost daily basis. I enjoy seeing a modest country and its citizens embracing its world spotlight. I was truly moved by the opening ceremonies.
In 1986, Vancouver hosted the World’s Fair. Remember those things? What happened to World Fairs anyways? They were big deals back in the day and it’s what placed my hometown on the map. I’m sure it’s a key reason my family left California in 1970, eight years after Seattle hosted its own World Fair in 1962 thus the existence of the swell Space Needle and monorail. 47 years later, Seattle has matured into a cosmopolitan city complete with light rail and a swanky downtown library.
Our family went north of the border to attend Expo 86. It was kind of a big deal since I got my first passport. We seldom did adventures as a family unit since seven kids don’t travel well. It was really fun to explore the world in a Canadian city. Personally, it was like being in a dream. We watched fireworks, toured the fairgrounds, Vancouver, and sampled foods from all over the globe. I felt at home in the foreign land many like to mock.
A love affair with foreign languages was cemented and Canada was on my radar. I know I should be more productive during these two weeks, but Vancouver has a grip on me. Job well done Vancouver!