So much had vanished so quickly. Then, on Robson Street close to Bute, all those huge glass towers. Empty stores stood with “for lease” signs, and a few homeless people still slept close to them on the sidewalks. Everything looked like a movie set but was real. I sat down at a fast food restaurant and scribbled this song with an old fashioned pencil and a bit of scrap paper.
Wow, ‘Howe Hornby’ changed so fast, remembering at one time we could sure ‘Seymour’ on Hastings Street too.
What Robson Street used to be sure didn’t last. It was truly a Bute on Georgia Street,
experiencing today’s majestic view, and give my regards to old Broadway.
I miss the wooden Cambie Bridge and now replaced with all that progress, what can one say.
I long for the simpler times, remembering theatres like the Lux, Colonial and the Ridge, independent stores like The House of Stein and Arnolds Pawn Shop, The White Lunch, their huge baked custard pudding for two bits.
In that era, back to the nineteen sixties, a fifty cent burger at White Spot and the old fashioned shows at the Showboat at Kits.
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