In the mid 90s my family moved to Ladner, British Columbia for a brief 2 years. We made friends at church with a family in Point Robert’s. Even as a 6 year old kid I was fascinated with the place. It seemed like you could do anything you wanted and yet nobody did anything dangerous.
Luckily I kept up the friendship when my family moved back to the US. All the way in Seattle. It became a summer tradition to meet at a mall near Bellingham and to a “brother swap”. My older brother was also friends with the older brother of that family.
That family ended moving to California some years later, and so I would visit them near Los Angeles. I haven’t been to Point Robert’s in probably 20 years but I still think fondly of the area. I like to describe it as a territorial mistake caused by a blotted quill. Every so often there was chatter of Point Robert’s joining Canada. I suppose it could happen some day. Thanks for the article!
On a more serious note, Canada was well and truly screwed by several commissions, stuffed with near-dead old farts. Forget Point Roberts and its 5 square miles (which is smaller than Ms Carpenter’s bum). Take a look further east. Waaaaay east to where Maine almost has waterfront on the St. Lawrence River. And the Madawaska River follows the border for several kilometres. Why I ask? Perhaps Mr. Fong could parachute in before the snow falls and find out why! Well Jeff?
And I was not invited to hang out with you and Emma and Andrew? Truly, Jeff, I am offended.
It was a Feedback Gym call (my definition of what constitutes a party is non-standard)
I miss Feedback Gym (it's during my work hours so I keep having conflicts)
Boo
we should have a real hangout in October!
In the mid 90s my family moved to Ladner, British Columbia for a brief 2 years. We made friends at church with a family in Point Robert’s. Even as a 6 year old kid I was fascinated with the place. It seemed like you could do anything you wanted and yet nobody did anything dangerous.
Luckily I kept up the friendship when my family moved back to the US. All the way in Seattle. It became a summer tradition to meet at a mall near Bellingham and to a “brother swap”. My older brother was also friends with the older brother of that family.
That family ended moving to California some years later, and so I would visit them near Los Angeles. I haven’t been to Point Robert’s in probably 20 years but I still think fondly of the area. I like to describe it as a territorial mistake caused by a blotted quill. Every so often there was chatter of Point Robert’s joining Canada. I suppose it could happen some day. Thanks for the article!
What a lovely little essay! Immediate subscribe.
On a more serious note, Canada was well and truly screwed by several commissions, stuffed with near-dead old farts. Forget Point Roberts and its 5 square miles (which is smaller than Ms Carpenter’s bum). Take a look further east. Waaaaay east to where Maine almost has waterfront on the St. Lawrence River. And the Madawaska River follows the border for several kilometres. Why I ask? Perhaps Mr. Fong could parachute in before the snow falls and find out why! Well Jeff?