The 1986 World Exposition on Transportation and Communication, or simply Expo 86, was a World’s Fair held in my home town of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from May 2 until October 13, 1986. Conveniently, for the first and only time, I had just been laid off. I immediately bought a season’s pass to Expo. Along with the layoff came a very nice ‘to whom it may concern’ letter from the company saying it wasn’t my fault. Nor was it that of my numerous also laid off yeoman cohorts. We worked for one of the top five mainframe computer manufacturers in…

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The word Couloir entered the English language in the 19th century from the French where it meant passage. The term was originally applied specifically to steep gorges in the European alps and later to similar gorges elsewhere including ones now transited by downhill skiers. It is simply a narrow gully with a steep gradient in mountainous terrain. It is one thing to successfully ski down a steep often iced over high altitude couloir. This especially if it is a double black diamond flagged and thus experts only run. It is quite another thing to stop skiing and watch in abject…

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Some years ago an early morning phone call brought devastating news to me of an aviation ‘incident’ to use the classic softening euphemism favoured by authorities of various and sundry stripes. Responding right away I drove to Delta Air Park (now Delta Heritage Air Park) * twenty-five kilometres south of Vancouver, Canada. The small airfield has but a single east west grass runway or strip if you will. It does not have a control tower hence flying safety is entirely dependent on a see and be seen mentality. The call was from one of my two co-owners of a light…

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Not being a submariner nor masquerading perhaps as an able seaman aboard a naval surface vessel, finding myself in imminent danger of being torpedoed was not a risk I ever expected to have to mitigate. Having immigrated from the UK to Canada, my wife and I had settled in Vancouver about a year previously and had recently bought a sailboat, a 24 foot ‘Shark,’ a Canadian designed and built One-Design racing sloop. Embarked on a two week cruise and having just sailed the twenty nautical miles or so from West Vancouver across an arm of the Salish Sea – the…

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A year before exiting Britain and immigrating to Canada in 1967, my wife and I set out on a sort of poor man’s and woman’s motoring ‘Grand Tour of Europe’. (We visited eight countries.) Eyeing a large sign on the outskirts thereof giving directions to a Paris by-pass, with only about a month available for our ’ Grand Tour’, rather impulsively I took the by-pass. Never to this day having yet visited Paris, I have regretted taking it for the fifty six years since. The following year as planned we arrived in Canada by sea disembarking mid-May in Montreal bound…

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On a hot summer day back in 2006, with the top down I was driving solo in my black BMW Z4 two seater convertible rag top’sports car. On a local freeway, as in Vancouver Canada I thought that perhaps I had spotted of all things, a mule.*  A very unique and exciting mule. Surely it can’t be I thought, what are the odds? And here in Canada not even in its country of origin the United States. Driving in the fast lane I had glanced in my passenger side wing mirror prior to changing to the inside lane when I…

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Recently arrived in Canada from England and on the road In May 1967 as newly minted landed immigrants, having some weeks prior disembarked in Montreal from the Russian passenger liner Aleksandr Pushkin my wife and I were innocents abroad so to speak. We were headed west to Vancouver and planning on taking a leisurely five weeks to do so. We had brought a new car with us, an Austin 1100 sold in Canada as the Austin America.* Fully exposed to the elements and extremely well lashed down on the ship’s foredeck, the car was windswept, salt spray pummeled and encrusted…

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The verb (slang) to con: to persuade someone to do or believe something, typically by deceiving or tricking. Usually for personal, often illegal gain. The noun (slang) a con: a fraud. If upon being asked if I thought I could be conned for money the answer would be a rapid and definitive no! Recently, I answered my business desk phone and as is my wont, in an attempt to discourage human junk callers up front I responded with a loud, brisk and rather aggressive without being too obnoxious ‘Barry Devonald.’ The fully automated junk calls issue incidentally recently and brilliantly…

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Although I have been into music for most all of my life, never in a million years did I think I would one day get to sing on Broadway. My first vocal coach would be amazed, my second likely staggered. Based on the excellent movie of the same name, the show was the musical ‘Once’ and the house was sold out.  ‘Music will open doors for you’ was a mantra wrought upon me as a kid mainly by various well-meaning relatives by way of encouragement. Like many kids, I wanted to play a musical instrument and started piano lessons. However…

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Have you ever toyed with the idea of taking a flight in a balloon? Just perhaps to see what it is like to drift slowly, peacefully and mostly quietly in the air. I did and it turned out, so had a number of my friends, all like me members of a loose coterie we self described as the ‘white knuckle crowd’. Collectively and/or individually we engaged in a myriad of outdoor activities. Downhill and cross country skiing, english and western horseback riding, scuba diving, white water rafting, kayaking, canoeing, four person bobsleigh,** hiking, climbing, sailing and salt water single seat…

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