IT AIN'T OVER UNTIL ITS OVER

 

IT AIN’T OVER UNTIL ITS OVER

Yesterday was a strange day, I met Jim’s widow and Jim’s sister yesterday at 11:00 hrs. outside the Co-op front door

and we then got lost looking for Melville street in the west end. I had forgotten that Melville is one of those west end streets that only goes on for three blocks. I knew it was a street that ran east west but we got too far down on Hastings and ended up all the way over to Pacific blvd. before we phoned Jim’s brother for directions. Thank the lord for cell phones.

We parked in the brother’s building, and had to register with the security in the building and then go through the security dance to take the elevator up to the bros apartment, a sort of ritzy cellblock.

Then we went to a small restaurant  hell and gone all the way over on Davie street to have some French Canadian fare. We all had poutine, really not up to Montreal  standards, but what the hell this is Vancouver a town that is very overpriced for anything of quality.

Then we hiked back across the west end to Coal Harbor and took in the yacht  basin where the rich thumb their noses at the common folks with their display of wealth.

Then back up to the bros apartment and conversation about Jim’s family. Lorraine is getting very deaf and if you talk to her from her right side she doesn’t hear you. Jim’s bro tends to try to dominate the conversation so I just kept my mouth shut and listened.

We never did tour the photographic galleries and when I was delivered back to the Co-op, frankly, I was  glad to be home and dry.

Jim was a good friend and I’ll miss him and all those things we discussed in friendship. Jim kept his life in separated private confidences and never discussed or gossiped about his friends and family. In other words he was a stand up guy, someone who had your back when the going got tough and your secrets were safe with him.

Another chapter closed.

JWL

Jim in 03 at one of our shows at TAFs