Friday, March 08, 2013

Dynasty Club

Sometimes I think I understand how migrating birds feel when we humans “move the goalposts” and they lose their reference.

Two years ago when my wife, my two granddaughters and I drove to south Texas in our Malibu, our friend Paul Leisz insisted in lending us his Dolores (our name for her) GPS device. It helped us a few times but when it failed it failed in such situations as telling us, as we were driving up a ramp of a Texas expressway (their name for a freeway), “Make a U-turn, now!” A couple of other times we ended up on a parking lot instead of the promised Holiday Inn. Hackers now modify hotel locations so that you do not end up where you want to and you get angry and  try a competing hotel chain.

I have always prided myself of being a good bird. I can return after many years to a spot and know what was there and when I was there.

Automotive Pool Hall

When I drive on Great Northern Way, on my way to drop off film at The Lab, and pass by a private school I know that I was there in the early 90s to photograph an exclusive Chinese club called The Dynasty Club. Around 1993 I took pictures of a group at the Automotive Pool Hall. I am sure it was on Homer Street even though there is one listed now as being on Hamilton Street.

In any case I have many pictures like these which I call Vanished Vancouver.

Hotel California