On my last post, Kelaine mentioned the Zip Line. I had heard about it somewhere, so when my buddy, Catherine, asked me if I’d like to join her at lunch time to pick up some tickets (for the medal ceremonies – curiously, there are apparently some tickets left and they only cost $22.) I happily joined her. And this is where the Zip Line will start – on the Robson side of the Vancouver Art Gallery:
Just in case you’re not familiar with this area, the dome in the foreground is the same dome that covers the skating rink I visited in this post.
How do I know this big platform is the Zip Line? Because on the other side, I found this van right next to it:
See? Citizen journalism at its best. As I checked out the developments in the area, Catherine had collected her tickets and was trying to find me. I did spot her over here, waving me down:
I hustled over to meet her, and she was VERY excited. While waiting in the line up to pick up her tickets, some American tourists in the line up started talking to her. She was polite with them and then one of the men held out both his hands and told her to choose which hand she’d like him to open up. She did and he gave her a pin that he designed for the Vancouver Games. It turns out she had met The Pin Man (he gave her a card, but there was no website on it, just an email address) a pin enthusiast who travels to all the Games to collect and trade pins. Excited to get her first pin, she asked if she could have another one for “my friend who’s a photographer” and he gave her one for me!
Exciting! Pin trading! I had forgotten about that “phenomenon” from the Calgary Games in 1988. It was all the rage and I was part of that until the unthinkable happened. It’s a sad story, but I will tell you.
We all wore our pins on our winter jackets – it made for an easy way to display the pins you had for easy trading and viewing to others. The more pins you had on your jacket, the better it was. So we all marched around with our pins proudly on our lapels. I had a job working the concession stand at many of the events. We all had to check in our coats in the coat room – only accessible by our manager and the fellow staff members. I had put my jacket in the same room many times before without incident. And then, one day after my shift, I went to get my jacket. And I found it – crumpled on the floor with all the pins stolen. STOLEN. GONE. RIPPED OFF. I had no idea who did it – we all collected them, and I was friends with most of the other workers. Sadly, I picked up my jacket and tried to forget about my stolen pins. I never wanted to see any more pins ever again.
Until today. Getting this pin was exciting! I forgot about that. I emailed The Pin Man today to thank him. I hope I run into him in person.
I felt so excited by today’s small event, I decided to do my own give away today. So, I went to The Bay, picked up a pair of those official red mitts (proceeds go to the athletes) and will give them away to someone who leaves a comment. I’ll make my selection via random number generator method. So if you’d like these:
Leave me a comment! Good luck to you!