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MY QUICK TRIP TO THE VANCOUVER POSTCARD CLUB SHOW WAS PLANNED PRECISELY TO THE MINUTE. HOW COULD THINGS GO SO WRONG…?

Hello Collectors,

“IF YOU DON’T CATCH THE NEXT AND LAST FLIGHT TO EDMONTON YOU ARE ABOUT TO SLEEP OVER NIGHT ON A BENCH”. WHAT…? WHY…?

MY QUICK TRIP TO THE VANCOUVER POSTCARD CLUB SHOW WAS PLANNED PRECISELY TO THE MINUTE. HOW COULD THINGS GO SO WRONG…?

This was one of my better planned one-day trips. IT COULD NOT FAIL. Or could it?

The plan:

• “Edmonton to Vancouver,” Sunday morning.”
• Do my due diligence as a Dealer at the Vancouver Postcard Club Show.
• “Vancouver to Edmonton,” Sunday evening.

I booked two flights ✈✈ ; a very early departure from Edmonton with a favourable time zone change and then an early evening flight to Wayne & Connor’s penthouse.🏒🏒

I was booked and confirmed! Those four, great big “green boxes” packed full of postcards and postal history (just to reconfirm, as I mentioned in one of my previous blogs, those “green suckers” weighed 40 lbs. to 50 lbs. each) were stowed in the van ready for the the morning drive to the airport.
Actually, our neighbour who made the military “tank tough dolly”, which forged a trail out of a Saskatoon show, also constructed those “green boxes” which will likely out live STONEHENGE!

Yes it’s true!

Back to my story.

The morning went according to schedule. I arrived in Vancouver at the Community Centre, with sufficient time to setup. My sister-in-law dropped off her daughter at the show. My niece loves handling money, so I offered her the job as cashier for the day!

Awesome!!

The VPCC is a very busy “one day show”. It takes place each year on a Sunday in May. It is so busy that time just flies by!

I was having a good time. Teasing my niece. Hearing about the members’ collecting interests. Selling Harmon’s, B.C. RPPC’s, topicals and even the odd cover. I was really enjoying myself. I was cruising through the day. That’s the way it should be? Right? Why not? What the hell?

The show was supposed to end at 4:00 pm. Well, I didn’t close down my table and neither did most of the dealers.  Customers were still perusing the tables. Sales were being made. 
Then, who should walk in around 4:30 but my brother-in-law — my ride to the Vancouver airport.

At that very moment a voice stirred in my head. It was June Carter’s voice saying “Time’s a wastin”.

My brother-in-law pointed to his wrist watch and indicated that my flight left at 7:00 pm. We should have been packed and ready for him.

We had to go NOW, or be late!

So, NOW the rush began.

A BIG RUSH! Putting items in the correct bin/box was no longer a priority. Stuff was just tossed together. All this takes time. Time we didn’t have.  As you can imagine, pandemonium ensued!

Somehow, we got out of there.

Did we make it in time to catch the flight?

Read on.....and try not to “yawn”, as this very precisely planned “show” was now in jeopardy.

Now, just a quick comment regarding my brother-in-law. He refers to me as a, “brother from another mother”. Yup it’s true. We met when he was in the diaper stage – and he assumed I was one of his brothers. 

I nicknamed him “Jerry Queen,” after he made me a “banana split”, just like the ones Dairy Queen made. His nickname for me was “John the Bomb” - for some reason. Hmmm, maybe I bombed out?

Back to my story.

Rush! We did, carrying all of those heavy cargo boxes uphill at the community centre.
Speed! Indeed we did.
Park illegally at the airport! We did.
Sprint to departure gate! I did with ticket in hand.

The young lady at Gate 38 pointed to the window and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Bucci that's your aircraft taking off to Edmonton. All of our other evening flights are full. The next one I can get you on is tomorrow morning.”

SO NOW WHAT?

At this point my niece is giggling. Old Uncle John just “bombed” out, true to his name.

Pretty funny, right?

Her dad, (my bro-in-law) doesn’t think that this is all that humorous. He has already missed supper; driven in heavy traffic at breakneck speed; he’s likely to get a parking ticket and his daughter hasn’t finish her homework yet. (she planned to do it at the show – NOT!)

NOW WHAT? Perhaps I could buy them a “banana split” at the Dairy Queen. It’s my turn - isn’t it? 

As an alternative, I plead my case to the lady at Gate 38. My only option for a Sunday night flight out was as a “Stand By”.

So, the wait began.

My name was on “the list,” but who knew when or if I’d get on?

A couple of hours passed. All of the ticket holders boarded the next flight to Edmonton.

“Stand by Announcement” – a few names made that flight but not one MJR guy☹ .

The plot thickens. Do I stay another two hours and “take a chance on the next flight”, or do I call it a day and beg for a spot on my brother-in-law’s couch?

Thus, the comment from my brother-in-law: “If you don’t take the next and final flight to Edmonton you are about to sleep on this bench,” as he pointed to the terminal seats.

We lingered on another two hours.

Final departure for the evening. It was very late. The airline began to announce the names of the fortunate ones, who would board the flight.  One, two, three....

The very last name called was, John Bucci.

Hallelujah! I was on a flight.

Now I was wondering, “my ride in Edmonton, would it still be there?

I was only about 5 hours late.....


Take care,
John Bucci

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