Seven of the fifteen of us were prepped and ready to jump; Atleast that was the consensus when we left for the bridge. We start our way up a muddy path to the large steel bridge, and the sounds of the river below start to build. I'm terrified, but determined to cross this off my life's To-Do list. By the time it came to signing our names on the sign ...more
On a Sunday night January 2009 I went out for fish and chips and a beer with my girlfriend on Main St. in Vancouver. As soon as I sat down in the dimly lit, East Coast-nautical themed restaurant I narrowed my eyes at someone across the room. "Who the hell is that?" I murmured to myself. "Have I interviewed her before?" (I am a journalist). A very out ...more
Although I've never spotted a political leader in a restaurant, your story reminded me of a lunch I got to have with an ex-prime minister. It was totally a fluke...I was still in high school at the time and had gone home 'sick' for the day, however, I got a call from my dad saying he had a lunch with John Turner at a place called Langdon Hall, near Cambridge ON.
Frankly, I remember little of the conversation, especially the business speak of the grown-ups. But I do remember the dessert and driving Mr. Turner in our beat-up old Chevy Suburban to some office or another back in town.
My overall impression of the man was quite good. You could smell a little politico-aroma on him, but he seemed very interested in making me welcome at the table and was quite a laid back, funny guy. I wish I could've had the lunch with him after I did my poli-sci degree so I could've gotten more out of the experience, but nevertheless, it is interesting to reflect on it for what it was.