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From what I remember,

Vancouver is a great place to live if you have a place to go for a few months to dry out.
The mountains are nice,but the surf sucks.
The fishing is great,but non-natives still cant use treble hooks or dynamite.
The beaches have logs,but the water is freezing.
The air is fresh and clean,but EVERYONE and their cat smokes.
The food is great,but the milk comes in bags.
Everything is green,but it rains 467 days a year.
You have to buy alcohol from the DMV,but you buy it with Monopoly money.
Gas is $1.40 up there, a litre not gallon but you can usually walk to a Chinese corner store.
Fish and crab were pretty cheap, but an avocado was about $89 each.
Good candy, Aero bars,Smarties,Coffee Crisp and Old Dutch potato chips.
You have a great hockey team,but you have to destroy your city in celebration of a win.
You can walk to a place that will make a world class speedster for you and you can drive it in Vancouver weather,but you pay a Vancouver price for it.

I often think of moving back home, but San Diego is pretty nice.
Until California breaks off into the ocean.
I was on a flight back from Tokyo to Boston in the 90's when the plane developed some sort of a problem and we landed at Vancouver. Just at nightfall. I seem to remember fog, too, but I don't remember it later that evening.

Anyway, we were told that it would be four hours until we could re-board so a few of us traveling together (I had part of my group from work with me) grabbed a ride to town and went to a restaurant recommended by the driver. Can't remember the name of the place, but the food was great - Asian fusion food - the city is VERY clean, people were beyond friendly and I remember that we lost track of time. Just a bit.

Suddenly, one of our group looked at her watch and said: "HEY! We're supposed to be on the plane in 20 minutes!!" Mass pandemonium thereby ensues, we bolt out the door and flag the first cab that comes along. The sales guy with us says to the cabbie: "Get us to the airport in 15 minutes and there's $100 US in it for ya!" The cabbie blasts off towards the airport with us all hanging on. The good thing was that it was after 10pm. I can't remember how many lights we screamed up to, peeked both ways and zipped through. The guy makes it in almost exactly 15 minutes.

We haul-ass into the terminal, running through it like O.J. Simpson, run down to the gate (this pre-dated all of that silly security BS you have to go through today) and run down the jetway but........the airplane door is closed! We bang on the door and bang on the door and, finally, it opens, and the Captain is standing there inside and says, like we're his kids: "Where the hell have YOU been?? Go take your seats......we're LATE!"

We hung our heads and headed up the stairs to our seats. The captain follows us up (I supposed, to make sure we got there, but then, the cockpit is on the upper level, too.)

EVERYBODY was looking at us.

As we took our seats, the lady with the watch said: "We should do that again......."

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