This is a great picture lifted from somewhere. The graveyard of the city.
I've had the Joni Mitchell refrain - they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot - going through my mind a lot lately.
When I first came to Vancouver, I found it to be very pleasant. It was a small city, and I well remember being on the West side in the morning and seeing someone, and seeing that same person on the East side the same afternoon. Traffic was relatively light, and the city had a kind of sleepy feel to it.
20 years later, the traffic is choked up practically 24 hours a day, development has run rampant, they have blown up the paradise of Eagle ridge bluffs and paved it, Grouse Mountain has extended at least three-fold, Vanoc has taken over half of the dictionary, and the city that I grew to love has changed oh so much for the worse.
Whose idea and/or want was this? What kind of benefit or prestige do the Olympics, and corollary development impart on the denizens of Vancouver?
The city seems smaller than it did then, just twice as busy/packed. A lot of Vancouverites have gained massive wealth on paper, but it is next to useless unless realized.
I think the answer to the question of benefit is that "rich foreigners", greedy speculators and developers have benefited. I suppose that those that arrived from choked cities elsewhere, more recently than I, still find the city small and pleasant in contrast to whence they have come. I also realize that I am a nostalgic, and a romantic fool who dislikes change, but oh, woe. I find it a shame.
I wonder how many would have voted for the Olympics if they could have seen past the stars in their eyes?