One of my daily morning rituals is reading the digital NY Times. I seem to thrive on bits of wisdom and humour from the likes of Frank Bruni, Maureen Dowd and the other truth seekers and storytellers. On Wednesday, as I read an article about the restaurant Prune in NY City, I thought of those less fortunate, of the countless restaurateurs, small businesses, musicians, artists and everyone that is suffering through these times. The article left me feeling a little low so I decided to do what I often do to pick myself up. I went for a bike ride! Our office is in Vancouver just south of Granville Island and from there, I rode over the Burrard Street bridge on a dedicated bike way that an enlightened mayor pushed through in better times. From the bridge, you can see the amazing network of sea-side walking and biking paths all the way out and around False Creek to the east and to Kitsilano and Spanish Banks to the west. I turned left once over the bridge and picked up my pace along English Bay. The city recently set up traffic cones to give bikes an entire lane along this stretch of road and as I gazed down over the beaches and out into the Pacific I experienced a feeling of awe at the view. I continued along the oceanfront and into stunning Stanley Park passing the cedar grove where my wife and I exchanged vows. I felt the energy of the forest, with thick and moss-covered western red cedars and a precious few Sitka Spruce trees stretching for the sky. Halfway around Stanley Park I ascended to the Lions Gate bridge, an architectural gem with a separated bike lane. I quickly gained the bridge summit and coasted down the other
One of my daily morning rituals is reading the digital NY Times. I seem to thrive on bits of wisdom and humour from the likes of Frank Bruni, Maureen Dowd and the other truth seekers and storytellers. On Wednesday, as I read an article about the restaurant Prune in NY City, I thought of those less fortunate, of the countless
