WHAT A DEVELOPMENT THAT WAS
Number Ten Highway in the fog in good old Cloverdale. Wow, do those memories ever jog. Driving back home, what a fantastic mind set that would entail. One hoped that somehow those treacherous and now totally invisible ditches didn’t say hello. That song ‘Luck Be A Lady’ as Sinatra would sing.
On that highway past King George hopefully the old used clunker would go. Then by the time past Scott Road, oh, what fun encounters that totally socked in fog did bring. What a challenge it was trying to find that right turn onto the freeway.
Good luck Charlie! It’s bad enough down in the Cloverdale flats, ‘in this soup’, somehow success came, but just barely.Yahoo, now I could relax, turn on the radio and actually see all the way to the tunnel, so well lit, under the Fraser River. Then clear as a bell, good old Steveston Highway, back home that Pontiac would deliver. There were still plenty of mortgage payments in those non-digital days. What a relief it was turning in for the night. On the radio, Sinatra was singing...’I did it my way!’