The Vancouver The Guidebooks WON’T Tell You About!

Maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Sitting in a driveway, waiting for a bag to arrive. This is my day. Deep, deep in the suburbs of Vancouver, on a tidy treelined street, quiet and motionless in the mid afternoon, smell of cut grass, gas stains on the cement; skies are dismal, occasional weak sunshine peers … Continue reading The Vancouver The Guidebooks WON’T Tell You About!

Swinging a Canadian Club; and a Bucket Full of Poutine 

On the tour bus like a rockstar! I don't recognize anyone in my entourage, and I'm surprised so many groupies dress in sweat pants and Ugg boots,  but whatever. It's been a pretty huge couple of days; I'm beat, and I'm glad they're all pretending to ignore me. Caught the 6AM flight from NY yesterday, … Continue reading Swinging a Canadian Club; and a Bucket Full of Poutine