Keeping it classy out west

Vancouver - a view from the get-away skybusAbout last week’s Vancouver Hockey Riots.

I just tuned into CBC news out of Athens and heard about their taking-it-t0-the-streets events: a 48-hour general strike against severe austerity measures that might cripple the country.

Deputy Prime Minister Theodoros Pangalos criticized financial experts who suggested Greece might be forced to abandon the euro and return to its old currency, the drachma.

“A return to the drachma would mean that the next day banks would be surrounded by people trying to get their money out. The army would have to use tanks to protect [the banks] because there wouldn’t be enough police to do it,” he was quoted as saying.

“There would be riots everywhere, shops would have empty shelves and people would be jumping out of windows… It would also be disastrous for the entire economy of Europe.”

With the Parthenon as a backdrop, protesters hung a banner: “The People have the power and never surrender.”

And now, back to Vancouver. I was out there with my little family at the time. My little 6′ 4″, 220 lb teenaged son and his girlfriend were downtown watching the final Canucks hockey game on a giant screen along with thousands who looked a lot like them.

Once the writing was on the wall, three minutes left in the last period with no goals for Vancouver and a tidy handful of them for Boston, said son and said girlfriend gathered up their knapsacks, tossed their Starbucks cups into the bin,  and walked away.

The photo up-top is a view from the Skybus heading away to the safe shores of North Van. Toto is taking the picture; his girlfriend, Sydney, is standing with her friends watching the big smoke. Toto posted the picture to Facebook with this caption: “Keeping it classy out West.”

My friend Suzo came up with a new button slogan: “The game was a washout but the after party was a riot.”

No one died in the Vancouver hockey melee. (Thank god)

So far, neither has anyone died in Athens.

Stay tuned.


About Nor

I'm a creative non-fiction writer, with a special interest in memoirs and obituaries--life stories, local histories with flesh & blood anecdotal details. I'm also beginning to create podcasts of people's stories and expanding their audiences. I'm a diarist, an editor, and a political activist. I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and spend days tapping keys or staining my fingers in ink.
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