This article appeared in the Aug 10, 2015 issue of the Globe and Mail.
My residential oasis in Vancouver is turning into a construction zone
Three years ago at about 6:45 in the morning on a day like today – sunny, hot and not a cloud in the sky – I was lying in bed when I could have sworn something passed by my second-floor, south-facing windows. Hauling myself out of bed, stepping through the French doors and onto the porch, I saw a lumberyard delivery vehicle with a large boom parked at an angle across a corner of the grass boulevard in front of my house. Just then, grasping another load of plywood, the boom arced past my window on its way to depositing a load of plywood at the front of the house under construction next door.
It is a short city block that I live on. Over the past few years it’s been a veritable hive of construction. The house next door was demolished and slowly reconstructed; the old farmhouse on a double lot down the street met its Waterloo, and two new houses took shape in its place; and the “grow-op” house – as we called it because of its reclusive, shuttered-in presentation – was rebuilt from the studs out. Continue reading here…