That’s me , bottom row on the left….well 71 years ago. The time is 1951, the place is Vancouver BC : 4th avenue, south side war vets units, between Balaclava and Trutch. Pictured are my “partners in crime” : the 4th avenue “gang”, on the laundry stoop – our hideout, fort, pirate ship, and, incidentally, where our families hung out the laundry to dry
Now, with a little less energy and a lot less hair, i’m a retired academic economist starting to reflect on the meaning of it all – health, aging , consciousness, neuroscience , biology, chemistry, political economy , love, families , colonialism , statistical inference, Calvin and Hobbes , (un)affordable housing, indigenous nations of BC. Definitely a real potpourri . I hope you enjoy my reflections and connections – that’s what I do….now
But I do miss my cat, Hobbes, and sailing. Hobbes is with Lynne in New Zealand and is doing ok. Sailing? My hope is to buy a Ranger Tug and explore the Gulf Islands (again) , Sunshine Coast, and Desolation Sounds before I am too old – if my body is up to it next year and the financial markets recover!