One of the things I miss most about Dublin is the way people you know or are acquainted with respond to you when they meet you in the street.

Vancouver could learn something from Dublin in this regard.

It has no idea what it is missing.

I once met a man on Granville St who said I was the only person he’d spoken to the entire day. We were standing beside a kerbstone preacher at the time who was bellowing into a loud hailer while someone else of preacherly extraction was playing the guitar. Said male then started shouting very loudly at the Preacher that he was evil and compared him to the a number of leading and historical despots.

See? Incredible things happen when people have a chat….