VANCOUVER.
Picking up where I left off, my last few days in Canada were spent in Vancouver with one of my oldest friends, Meghan (she's 85 years old).


Meghan, of Wilmot Centre, Ontario, Canada, drinking two drinks with two straws at the same time.

We went to a bookshop where I found this cat casually napping atop my favourite Dean Koontz novels. It was all nice until I tried to get a book from underneath it; apparently this cat knows that Dean Koontz novels make the best mattresses. My own mattress needs refurbishing - I've had to make do with Dan Brown's works.

The weather was gorgeous and, as Meghan promised, so was Vancouver.

Speaking of gorgeous...



I've been working on these poses since I was an elementary school kid when everyone assumed I knew karate.

"Dirty Pizza".... I forget what the actual restaurant was called, but this was good pizza. The expression I'm trying to...express...sigh... is "bliss".

Meghan's boyfriend Michele and his Mom, and me, climbing up towards Mt. Seymour. We didn't make it.


Meghan and Michele.