So, of course, do Bute and BURRARD. All of that up scale towers and CLASS. Walking through the heart of the West End can be, from a sentimental perspective, kind of HARD. Remembering Buttermilk and Chocolate, ALAS.
Two horses that delivered milk with their driver, about sixty-five years AGO. Walking down Nelson St., oh my how those memories linger SO!
Do you recall the Colonial Theatre, on Granville, close to Dunsmuir. How about one of the first pancake places. If memory serves correctly, it was called Smitty’s at the Angelus Hotel, also on Dunsmuir. Wow, they even had whipped butter! Many restaurants in those days were Ma and Pa independents. They all had their own atmosphere, like the Black Cat off Broadway and Granville. Today? Good luck, Charlie! Anyway, I was sitting at a typical franchise food joint, the boom, boom box (they used to call it ‘radio’) blaring away. It drove me bananas so I got that pencil and paper out and start scribbling:
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