Thanks Trevor…

I remember vividly the day the Canucks drafted Trevor Linden back in 1988. I was working in the front office and the top 3 draft prospects were brought in for interviews and medicals prior to draft day. I was immediately impressed with Linden, his poise, maturity; he was such a polite, grounded kid. Modano’s attitude rubbed me the wrong way and secretly I hoped we would draft Linden.

On draft day, front office staff were invited to the press room to watch the draft. If I recall correctly, I was was sitting next to Brook Ward, a young sports announcer with CJOR I believe, who leaned over and asked me who I thought would be drafted (as if as the receptionist I would know 😉). I told him I knew who I hoped would be drafted but kept it to myself, I mean really, who cared what I thought. 🤷🏻‍♀️ As soon as Modano was picked 1st overall, a big smile came over my face. I knew Trevor was ours and I was thrilled.

Trevor bled blue, green and white (the yellow, red and black is just a mirage to me lol) and when we traded him after bringing in Messier and Keenan, I was pissed (moreso because of why and how Skeletor came to be a Canuck…and that grudge has lasted to this day). Linden would return and retire as a player with the Canucks and eventually became part of the management team.

While I wasn’t surprised to hear the news today, it was still sad to hear that he would be leaving the Canucks…again. I’ll never forget his grit in the ‘94 Stanley Cup Finals and, to me, #16 will always be Captain Canuck.

Classy to the end. Thanks for everything, Trevor. #Linden #CaptainCanuck


Thank You Sedins

What a magical night.

Even if you were the best Hollywood writer, I don’t think you could have scripted this game, this night or outcome any better. #22 Daniel scoring twice, the first, his 22nd of the season, at 33 seconds into the 2nd period and the OT winner, both assisted by #33 Henrik. Final face-off stats in the game 33-22 in favour of the Canucks. That’s some magical twin juju right there!

People outside of Vancouver/BC will never understand what the Sedins mean to this city or fan base. Those that say they’re soft, not tough enough or call them “sisters” have never had the privilege of watching them play regularly like Canucks fans have; if they had, they would have known/seen quite the opposite. And not for nothing, but calling them “sisters” says more about the character (lack thereof) and inadequacies of the person saying it than the intent of the insult ever could.

Being in the building last night…it was celebratory and emotional and FUN! A rollercoaster of emotions that perfectly illustrates the love affair Vancouver has with the Sedins and they with us. Each ovation got louder and more sustained as the night went on, culminating in that final skate around the rink before they stepped off home ice one last time.

Saturday’s final game in Edmonton, to me, seems anti-climactic, but I will be watching and cheering them on just as fiercely. I’m sure more tears will be shed.

As a fan since 1970, the Canucks losing the Cup in 2011 still haunts me, but last night, being in the building watching the night unfold, the regret/sadness now is more that Daniel and Henrik won’t have the opportunity to raise the Cup. They gave us everything we could have asked for and more, and I don’t think I can adequately express just how much I appreciate all that they have done for this team and city.

As a Canucks fan since the beginning, it has been an honour to watch them play.


Now is precisely the time for this conversation…

I know nothing about guns, I’ve never held one, I don’t plan on ever holding or shooting one. I live in a country that doesn’t have such a fixation or fascination with guns or such a blinding devotion to them that it would circle the wagons under a rallying crying of prying a gun “from my cold, dead hands”. I don’t get the fascination, or the desire to own one, but I don’t begrudge anyone who may have one for protection.

But high-powered automatic weapons…that’s a different animal. Law enforcement, military, that’s one thing. But no civilian should own a high-powered, automatic weapon, nor should they be allowed to own one…and certainly no civilian should be allowed to get one without a thorough and lengthy background/psychological check and restriction on ammunition. Yes, the bad guys will find a way probably, but they don’t need to be handed one on a silver platter.

To those who say “it’s too soon for this conversation” after such a tragic and horrific event like last night in Vegas, I ask, when is the right time? It doesn’t appear to have been when 20 innocent, little kids were attacked. It wasn’t when 49 souls lost their lives in Florida, simply for being different, for being who they are, or when churches were being shot up. Wake up America. You’re better than this, you’re better than being dictated to by a gun lobby and an antiquated 2nd amendment. You’re just better.

Or at least you were.

Please, start that conversation NOW.


Canada 150

My parents emigrated from Hungary to Canada in 1956; it was a long, arduous trip via ship and while they were leaving difficult times in Hungary, they were still unsure and nervous about what was ahead, especially my mom. The original plan was to head to the U.S., likely Seattle, where my dad could have accepted a job at Boeing. But when they arrived, the lineup to apply to the U.S. was long and my dad’s patience was not, so Canada it was! 😂 

I know, at times, my mom gets homesick for Hungary, but I’ll be forever grateful that they ended up in this big, beautiful, welcoming place. 

Canada is home. Canada is my home. 
Happy Canada Day, my fellow Canucks!!

#Canada150 🇨🇦❤️🇨🇦

With you every step of the way…

I had headed out to make my way to the Women’s March on Washington-Vancouver…didn’t realize that I didn’t have my transit pass until the bus pulled up (what dolt!); came back to get the pass and stomach started acting up (and I would have been late to the rally anyway) so regrettably, I won’t be participating in Vancouver’s march today.


But I’m with my pals in solidarity in California, Boston, Washington, New York, New Jersey, Chicago, Morocco and elsewhere who are, simply put, standing up for basic human rights and who don’t want to see their country or this world take a step back because of misogyny, racism, horrible legislation, a basic lack of human empathy or social status.

While I’m loathe to give Donald Trump credit for anything, he looks to have been a catalyst to awaken the beast in many of us (in my 53 years of existence on this planet, I’m embarrassed to say I’ve never really thought about participating in marches and rallies before), and I will support my friends south of the border and will continue to help them to get their voices heard, and will do the same here should Canada ever head in a similar direction or greatly disappoint me.

March proudly ladies (and gents)…and know that I am with you in spirit every step of the way.


A Snowy Day and the Kindness of Strangers

What a commute home…snowed all day (and if you know anything about the greater Vancouver area, that’s pretty much a disaster) so I left the office a few minutes earlier than usual to try and beat the rush. SkyTrain was no problem, got to my bus loop which is normally a 12 minute trip to my home, waited there over an hour only to learn no bus would be coming for a while cuz they were all stuck on hills in the snow.

Enter Rudy, a lovely man who was waiting at the loop for his wife to arrive by train, who offered me and another stranded passenger a ride home after we had decided to try and catch a cab and split the cost but we couldn’t get through to the cab company.

Two and a half hours after leaving work I finally got home (a trip that normally takes 30 minutes total), soaking wet and cold but I can’t complain. Rudy wouldn’t accept any money for his trouble and as he was helping Anja, my fellow stranded passenger get out of the car, I told his wife that her husband is a saint…she agreed. “A rare breed” she added.

Rudy, I’m not sure if our paths will ever cross again, but you are a prince among men, and you have my sincerest gratitude.


America was already pretty great…

Seeing a friend on Facebook say that she felt so disgusted by the outcome of the election that she had to lower and take down her American flag shook me a little, even as a Canadian. I understand the sentiment, the emotional blow that this is for many of my friends, and as a Canadian, I too, am stunned. I do, however, hope that someday soon she’ll be able to proudly fly her flag again. Countries have flaws, but make no mistake there was no need to make America great again…it was already pretty great.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I fear for what’s ahead. It pains me to know that the first black President will have to transfer the Presidency to someone who was endorsed by the KKK; I can’t wrap my head around that and I doubt I ever will.  I can’t wrap my head around friends who are currently in the US military or government agencies and what they might be feeling about their soon to be new Commander in Chief. My hope is that this will galvanize those who are against bigotry, against hate, who are for women’s rights, LGBT rights and human rights to push back, to make sure that no one is left behind.

I know, who cares what a Canadian thinks (I’ve faced a lot of that during this election campaign and if you’re about to spew the same nonsense, save it) but I can’t endorse or applaud the new President-Elect…his campaign and the way he went about it goes against everything I believe in. I will however, support my friends who are angry, who are hurting and who right now, don’t feel they have a lot of hope.  Do not give up now my US friends…your biggest fight is yet to come.

#neverTrump #lovetrumpshate #WTF

Meeting “The Boss”

Let’s get this out-of-the-way right off the top…I realize I’m 53 years old, long past the age some would say where meeting your musical idols, if even possible, should be out of your system.

But Bruce Springsteen is more than just a musical idol to some, myself included.  He’s a life’s soundtrack, a jumping off and a safe place to land point when life isn’t as kind or as fair as we’d like it to be. He’s authentic, he’s a storyteller, he’s passionate and genuine, and he’s responsible for a community of fans who have formed lasting friendships all over the world. 

So when the opportunity arose to have a chance to meet Bruce during his “Born to Run” book tour, I jumped at it. As one of the lucky 1,200 who snagged a ticket for his appearance in Seattle, I counted down the days, practising (sort of) what I would say, thinking far too long about what I would wear, and hoping upon hope that I wouldn’t:

  1. trip as I stepped up to meet him;
  2. faint; or,
  3. throw up on his shoes.

Thankfully, I did none of the above. 

The Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle hosted the event and couldn’t have done anything better in my opinion. It was so extremely well-organized that I secretly wished they could run every GA lottery line from now to infinity. The atmosphere in line was fun, people were excited telling their Springsteen stories, and as the line moved inside, Elliott Bay took over with cute, albeit stomach flipping reminders, that we were getting closer and closer to our “moment”. 

I had hoped to get a couple of candid photos of my friends Nic and Kathy ahead of me (who, by the way, I may have never met if it weren’t for Bruce), but it all happened so quickly that by the time I had given my phone to the EB staffer and reached for my camera, I was next in line to meet him. He reached out his hand, but I motioned for a hug, quietly saying “I think I need a hug instead”. He kindly obliged, with a quick peck on the cheek (WHAT?!?!) and at that moment, with direct eye contact (he made a point of it), I had my chance to thank him for doing this, for coming out West and for giving us all such an incredible gift. He replied “awww, thank you darlin’” and after another quick hug, I picked up my autographed book and made my way, slowly, out of the store. Floating.

“They”, whoever “they” are, say you should never meet your idols. “They” were wrong. 

I don’t know if Bruce will ever truly understand what a gift he has given his fans, this fan, this 53-year-old fan from Vancouver, BC, who as a 21-year-old saw her first Springsteen concert on October 15, 1984 at the Pacific Coliseum in Vancouver, from row 14 center on the floor, and who came away that night transformed…”I got it”.  Thirty-two years and 27 shows later (with hopefully more to come), I could never repay him for the friendships he’s given me, but on Saturday, October 1, 2016, I was at least able to say thanks.  

Now…I’ve a got a book to read.


Goodnight sweet Prince…

Purple Rain set the world on fire, but Prince was more than just that movie or that album, and while I may be slightly more than a casual fan, by no means did I know his entire catalogue or deeper cuts. I consider myself lucky to have seen him in concert a couple of times, including a very intimate show at the Vogue Theatre in Vancouver back in 2013, which admittedly wasn’t my favourite show for a few reasons…unimportant now. But looking back now as I try to absorb the news of his death today, I’m so grateful to have had the opportunity to see his genius at work.

His performance of Purple Rain at the 1985 American Music Awards is the first thing I watched when I got home from work today, and is arguably one of the best performances I have ever seen on an awards show; to this day, it never ceases to give me goosebumps.

Goodnight sweet Prince, you were a guitar God, magnificently eccentric and one of a kind.

“Springsteen in Seattle” 03/24/16

What a show. Almost 4 hours of pure joy! For me, one of the best I’ve seen, and I’ve seen a few. It was controlled but loose, static but spontaneous, if that makes any sense. LOL

Bruce’s voice was incredible, and after messing up early on on Crush on You I believe, they just seemed looser, and fed off the crowd more and more. He came to the back 3-4 times (we were in the pit, back rail), picked the majority of signs from there – there was a sign for Incident, but sadly he didn’t take it). And our friend Dennis even danced with Bruce! Was awesome!!

And c’mon, Eddie fucking Vedder joining in on Bobby Jean?!? 😎  My friend Nic and I screamed and jumped up and down like 12 year old girls when Eddie came out. LMAO!

What a special night…glad I made the short trek from Vancouver. If you get the chance to see a show, especial this tour celebrating The River album, go! Ya never know how long this train will be running.

Music is good for my soul.  Bruce and the E Street Band even moreso.  #TheRiverTour2016Seattle

A link to my pics is here.