We're just back from a trip to Canada. Late last year my brother asked if we'd like to meet him in Victoria for a few days and being the fancy free retirees that we are, we happily agreed to the hop on a plane. The day began early with a 4:30 wake up call. We flew to Seattle and on to Vancouver where we rented a car and drove a short distance to the ferry terminal. It was a beautiful morning and the ferry ride to the island filled with memories. I remember the many times as a child I took the ferry from Seattle over to the peninsula to visit my aunt. Usually the rides were with my family but in the summer I'd visit by myself, getting on the ferry as a passenger with Mom's Samsonite cosmetic bag filled with a weeks worth of clothes. On one trip my cousin and I were crossing the sound together. She was going to buy each or us a soda. In went the coins, the paper cup dropped down and I picked it up and said, "It didn't give us any pop!" then the liquid bega...