Love your neighbours and your friends
I call you friends with all the warmth and care that this wee little Canadian heart can muster. You live south of our border and are amongst some of the greatest people I've ever known. I've met you on every corner of this planet and my life is forever enriched because of you. Yes you're American and I'm Canadian and I adore you! Go figure?
This is, in particular, in honour of my good friend Mike Brown in San Francisco. He fought in the Gulf War. He has definite ideas about how his country should be run.
Now, I'm a tree huggin’, peace lovin’, Coastal B.C. girl and we don't always see eye to eye on a lot of political things. But that's not the point. I may not like George Bush but I sure do like Mike. He's a wonderful, kind human being, as are all of his friends (who also happen to be American).
To my fellow countryfolk I ask you this... where is your heart? Where is your tolerance? Where have all those great Canucklehead qualities gone that make Canada a wonderful place to live? Don't be afraid to love your neighbour as yourself. It won't make you less of a patriot. It might actually make you feel good.
I love this land with every ounce of my being. I am so proud to have been born here and feel lucky to have been raised in such a beautiful, free, peaceful and tolerant society. Why would I ever criticize someone else for loving their country as passionately as I love mine? Stop the bickering – it’s embarrassing! Wouldn't it be nice if we could all learn to live with a little less fear and whole lot more love?
I see you wrote a nice tribute to Pat Carleton, congratulations. I have known Pat since 1932, when I was 10 and he was with the Nabob Coffee Co. Pat had a stall in the Food Building in the PNE. My father, "James Martin Imports," also had a stall in the PNE Food Building, right next to Pat, who was peddling coffee. My father was peddling Gold Medal Malt imported from England.
When I decided to get the BA service station built at Whistler, Pat recommended me to the oil company. He also was a backer of Alpine Village that Andy Pulas and Ian Davidson designed for us. He was not a financial backer, but an advisor as to what and where Whistler was going. We have lost a true pioneer, what we used to call one of the Five Muskateers: Eric Beardmore, Cheakamus Inn, Walter Zebrowski, Father Andy Pulas of the Spaghetti Factory, Glenn McPherson of Okanagan Helicopters and myself of Alpine Village.