Lost in the fog, earning seven hundred dollars a month pay. The early 1960s memories still jog. Working at The Surrey Leader, Stan Mckinnon, the editor. Bill Vanderzalm was Surrey’s mayor. The Peace Arch News, the competitor.
Getting home in the fog, I didn’t think I had a prayer. Prints printed, captioned and time to get home. Backed out the clunker, across from the firehall, who would ever guess that someday I’d be banging out this poem? I could hardly see a thing at all. What happened to the horses, the fields? Just one big blur. Eerie sounds of many a huge truck. How close was I to that big ditch? Not sure. In a flash, this photo buff could only hope to count on or develop some photographer’s luck. Can’t figure out how I made it home to Richmond, vision was practically zero in the Delta flats and yet I found the freeway. It’s still anything but a foggy image that’s so well fixed today. One still shutters how clearly I can picture that night clearly to this very day.