Fire Escape Sunset in Vancouver

We don't have a balcony here at the Lee Building. Nobody else has one either. We had a large porch in Dawson City. We had a great balcony in Buenos Aires. We even had a balcony for several years in Richmond. Not here.













What we do have here that the other places don't, is a fire escape, and it provides for some great views of the city towards the west and north. Ideal for sunsets at the beginning of spring in Vancouver.

Of course fire escapes are not necessarily meant for viewing the sunset, or anything else. They are fire escapes after all. With a heavy emphasis on escaping if necessary. Especially since the Lee Building's elevator doesn't work right now. Folding chairs and a barbecue on the fire escape might not be such a good idea.

The Lee Building in Vancouver

After six months leave, we are back in Vancouver,
staying in a small, studio apartment at one of Vancouver's busiest intersections: Broadway and Main. The neighbourhood is called Mt. Pleasant and while it is busy, it's nothing like Buenos Aires.

The Lee Building is an interesting landmark in Vancouver, and it is where the writer, and me, find ourselves for the month of April. Built in 1912 it was among the tallest buildings in the city at the time especially outside the city centre to the north. It was built by and named for Herbert O. Lee. Mr Lee headed a merchant class family in Vancouver, was active in civic affairs and operated a successful grocery business for a number of years.

It was an exciting time in Vancouver in the early part of the twentieth century, with fortunes to be made and lost on the booming cycles of the economic activity. Towards the end of the Great Depression in 1937, the Lee family lost their fortune and the property to the Royal Bank of Canada, though they were allowed to continue to live on the top floor until later in the 1940s.




It is a seven-story building with hardwood floors and over-height ceilings throughout. We are on the fifth floor looking north towards the downtown and the mountains beyond.


Views are impressive and the location is great, if you like this sort of thing.

As for us, we get to enjoy the location, the neighbourhood and some impressive sunsets from the fire escape. No balcony here in the Lee Building, and the elevator has been out of service for four days, which adds to the adventure here in our own home town.

The Crosby Building ~ birthplace to Bing and David

One morning while walking around our new Vancouver neighbourhood, Mount Pleasant, I came across a structure called The Crosby Building. Indeed it is just a block away from our home in The Lee Building.


The Crosby Building is not as impressive a structure as is the Lee, but it has boasting rights as the birthplace of two great musical legends: the Crosby brothers. Though they never appeared together, individually they were towering performers in careers that spanned time and media. Today, the Crosby Building is hoping to raise awareness about this wonderful, and largely unknown footnote in musical history.










Bing came along first and became a big hit on radio and in movies of the day. A crooner to be sure and always remembered as a gentleman with a pipe, and often wearing a sweater.





The younger David took a slightly different track and found fame with the folk-rock group Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. CSNY featured great harmonies and some fine acoustic guitar work, to which David contributed in significant measure.



Never did the two brothers record anything together, which is a shame. Memorable though is this rare video showing Bing, ever the gentleman, coming to his brother's aid when David, stricken with one of his numerous afflictions, was unavailable for a studio session recording of one of CSNY's greatest hits. Bing stepped in, and the rest is history. See it for yourself here on this from You Tube:
Crosby Stills Nash & Young 

Remembering April 4, 1968: Martin Luther King's Assassination

I heard the news of this day in 1968 as a kid growing up in Saskatchewan. I was a young teenager and a huge consumer of television. Early that evening, news arrived of the assassination of Martin Luther King, a name and face and voice I knew largely through CBC News coverage of the man and the Movement.

I remember hearing the I have a dream speech, which gave me shivers then, just as it does now. I had already seen the terrible scenes of police beatings of demonstrators, of peaceful marches that were attacked by hooligans and of strange politicians spouting a hatred I couldn't comprehend. I also knew the Americans were at war with a tiny nation in south-east Asia and I couldn't understand that either. Somehow, to me, this man, Martin Luther King, and his message of peace and justice, had something to say about that war too. The reality of America seemed an alien world compared to the America portrayed nightly on its television shows and more importantly, through its commercials.

I remember seeing, probably the next day, Bobby Kennedy's speech at Indianapolis as he broke the news of Dr. King's death to a campaign crowd. That speech too sends shivers up and down my spine. Gently, calmly and eloquently Bobby spoke of memory, justice and peace.

Over the next weeks, and through the year, I viewed  coverage of events in America as they unfolded. I watched, sometimes in shock and sometimes in horror. Today, much older, I continue to view the US as an alien place; a nation seemingly always at war with someone, somewhere, and sometimes nowhere at all. A country still terribly divided by race and class, by money and power, by greed and violence.

In April of 1968 the horror was only beginning. It would continue with another assassination, and more state sponsored violence, and with upheaval around the world. The year would become an powerfully formative one in my young life, and inform my political sense for a lifetime. The dream remains.

What we know so far (part 2)

We left Vancouver, on the left coast of Canada, before the end of September to spend three months in the Yukon, at sixty-four degrees north and, for the better part of one week, minus forty-eight degrees Celsius. January 2nd found us living in a sub-tropical city of fourteen million where the Humidex temperature hit plus forty-eight one day later that month.



After almost three months in the Argentine capital, a certain clarity has developed around a few things. Useful research this stuff:

1. Not all taxi drivers in Buenos Aires are bad, or crazy or possessed. Only some. In fact the taxi system has greatly improved over the past few years. Today, you are far less likely to be driven around aimlessly while the meter ticks at your expense. Thanks to efforts by the City Government drivers are now more accountable and responsible. Many taxis have GPS devices which are helpful in the unlikely event your driver doesn't know where you are going (and you don't either so that doesn't help). Most drivers are polite, even affable. It's true, some are daredevils delighting in hearing gasps from their passengers, but only one or two we rode with had anything approaching a suicidal death wish. Don't believe all you read in the guidebooks: taxis in Buenos Aires are safe and fun (fingers crossed and close your eyes).

2. Buenos Aires is not the scary place it is sometimes made out to be in guide books and on the interweb. The city doesn't change radically when the sun goes down. In fact that's when most portenos go out to eat! We wandered the streets of BA late at night and into the early morning hours from our very first days here, and always with little concern, if any. Common sense is a good plan, like not flashing a wad of money at a street corner for example, or speaking loudly American style everywhere you go. I read one article on the web that suggested avoiding the parks of Palermo after sunset. Unless you're actually looking for trouble, nothing could be more removed from reality. Many guide books and websites think everybody visiting Argentina is staying at a Sheraton or a Hilton, and many do of course. But if you can't manage without having USA Today with your bacon and eggs every morning, and asking loudly "How much is that in US dollars?" and if you really need CNN or Fox News on the television twenty-four hours a day, then yes, maybe you should stay in at night. Or stay home.

3. Dining out in Buenos Aires is great and portenos love eating, together, and late. Ingredients are nearly always fresh and of good quality, and restaurant meals, including the wine, need not be expensive. However, don't come to Argentina expecting a taste sensation in every bite. This place has not kicked it up a notch and isn't inclined to do so anytime in the future. To their credit not much salt seems to be added to restaurant dishes, but a little spice now and then might be nice, and a tiny bit of creativity would be great too. Argentinos prefer their food to be fairly basic in appearance and taste. That might change as immigration increases and the country is introduced to new dishes, but even with that expectation, current ethnic restaurants in BA lack the flavour and spice we expect. Sushi is popular here but has become a weird hybrid with cream cheese being a primary ingredient. Cream cheese? It's sushi, not a bagel. There isn't much adventure in Argentine cooking and most meals are rather bland. The real charm of dining out in Buenos Aires is the atmosphere: sitting outside at a sidewalk table, surrounded by other portenos, toasting each other, and life itself, into the night. That experience is delicious.

4. Coffee here is wonderful. Not necessarily at the chain stores like Starbucks (there are a few unfortunately) and the local brands like Martinez (a Starbucks knock-off) and Havanna (which features chocolate confections too and is the best of the chains), but at the neighbourhood cafes that still populate many streets with their own personality and their attending characters (hey, at Esquina Sinclair, Jeem was one of the local characters!). These are great places to get to know a neighbourhood, and to practice your Spanish. Sit. Enjoy. Relax.


5. Crows and gulls do not appear to exist at this latitude, or at least not in Buenos Aires. We should all be grateful. With the garbage piling up on the street corners everyday, crows and gulls are not what this city needs.

6. Identity is a big deal in Argentina. Don't be alarmed when paying by credit card and you are asked to show your passport. No one is trying to steal your identity. In fact, it's the other way around; they want to establish your identity, and everybody, nationals and foreigners alike, show ID. Happily and willingly. In a nation where 30,000 people disappeared because of state sponsored terrorism, it's a big deal. Be proud of your Canadian or Australian passport. Show it, and use it as an excuse to say you are not from the US, or the UK; sometimes the shopkeeper will nod her head and smile! Record your passport number on the paper if that's what the store or restaurant wants. It's a good thing. Trust me.

7. For its size, BA is a remarkably civil city. For all the traffic chaos, for all the crowding on the sidewalks and for the high density of people throughout the city, Buenos Aires is relatively free of road rage, yelling, and the bad manners we have come to expect in most of our North American cities. I have a theory. It's just a theory. I think one of the reasons Buenos Aires is a civil society is because portenos hug and kiss each other, both at meeting and when saying good bye. Men and women alike. That European kiss on the cheek thing; just barely in fact. There is comfort with embracing each other, and at the very least, if someone is shy, or a foreigner, shaking hands happens with each and every encounter. My theory is quite simple: how can you yell obscenities at someone in another car, or at a pedestrian, or at your neighbour two flights below because they are out on their balcony at three in the morning celebrating a futbol win a bit too loudly and waking the entire building, when you probably hugged and kissed them earlier in the day. Or might meet them tomorrow and go through the same process. If you physically embrace six or seven people before getting to work in the morning...  It's just a theory. Though it did feel better to yell at that neighbour two flights down.

If you didn't see the first What we know so far from early in our BA adventure, 

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What we know so far January 20