In May of 1973, I left Toronto for Calgary where I was to meet up with a friend. There were no insurance companies in Calgary, so I worked for RusselSteel in their pump and water well department, doing inventory control. Widgets ... we're talking LOTS of widgets ... (This short employment interlude in Calgary actually set me up, career-wise, for the rest of my life.)
I moved into an apartment in an old house at the end of a cul-de-sac.
Plans with my friend fell through, so I moved again, in November, to Vancouver. Vancouver was green, wet, and full of hippies, just as I imagined it would be. It was the 70's after all!
I moved into a rooming house on Alder Street while I looked for a job and a more permanent place to live. The rooming house was an eye-opening experience - I had obviously led a very sheltered life before moving to Vancouver.
Because of my experience with RusselSteel in Calgary, I got a job with Northwood Building Materials in their inventory control department. I moved into a real apartment on West 11th. It was a penthouse bachelor apartment, go figure - a single room, small kitchen and bathroom, on the top floor of a four-story apartment building. A nice fit for me and my two cats ... except ...
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Only the Sherbourne Street house remains. |
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