A bit dim, I admit my camera was not up to it. But the torch passed by the corner of my street, and I was out there cheering it on. This is my second torch. In 1976 I went with my sons to see it run by in the summer, in the daylight. It was about suppertime, so we picked up a bucket of fried chicken and went and sat on the curb. Then it was serious business. This time it is a time for a fun celebration. It is a people party. We have changed, and changed for the better.
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I can't help it. I think the Olympic Torch looks like a big doobie. Although that IS a fitting symbol for British Columbia, LOL!
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