Ok Vancouver, I'm coming home. I'll be back in the park on the 10th of May. The boyos are waiting. If you've never gazed deep into the eyes of a heavy horse, you've never lived. We'll be meandering round Stanley Park and spinning yarns, telling tales telling the truth about Stanley Park... no not the politically correct hail to the far thinking entrepreneurs of old. No I shall tell you of greed and fighting and of politics and strange bedfellows... of cheatin and stealin and the mayhem that is the hidden legacy of the green jewel of Vancouver. We'll wander past the fallen giants of the Storms of '06 and wonder and speculate about their fate.