Said to myself if this went over 100 posts, I'd fire another one in, although some of the memories aren't so fond.
I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. Calgary was divided up into areas with each area assigned a place to travel to in case of a nuclear attack. At the time we lived in Rosscarrock and we were supposed to travel to Marysville, B.C. where the government had stashed provisions for our arrival and stay. I was really worried at the time as I was up north on a well, away from my wife and child, while the whole thing was going on. Thankfully nothing happened.
I remember the Bay hiring KFC's, Col. Sanders, with his white suit and beard to sit outside the store on 7th Avenue.
I recall the day JFK was assassinated. When I first got word, I and others went down to the Herald bulletin board on 7th Avenue across from the Bay to learn of the details. I recall the funeral and watching Lee Harvey Oswald getting shot on TV. It was the most depressing weekend of my life.
In about 1969, there was only one great place to eat in Chinatown. I can't remember the name, but it was on the east side of Centre Street, just north of 3rd Avenue. You had to go up this long flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, and it had big white, hard wooden booths. We used to bring mickeys and hide them under the table. One evening, with 2 other couples, I was paying the bill while the others had already gone downstairs. The person behing the till was a petroleum engineer friend that I worked with, whose uncle owned the restaurant. He said "There's someone I want you to meet", and he took me to the back of the restaurant (there was no others in the restaurant at the time) and introduced me to Dustin Hoffman and his wife. He was in town making the movie, "Little Big Man". I recall him being very outgoing, happy and friendly, a lot like his character in "the Fokkers". Naturally, I went down and got the others to meet him.
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