I spent a lot of time in Richmond in the late 1970s and the 1980s. I worked as a commercial fisherman with boats based in Steveston for several years, had a set of relatives there and took my son to Suzuki violin classes every week for more years than I care to remember. It was the archetypal suburb, a place so devoid of anything approaching culture that we routinely drove into the big city if we wanted decent Chinese food or a drink someplace besides the Steveston Hotel.
At the time, it seemed like nothing could be done to make this into anything resembling an urban place.
Now, it has an elevated transit line that runs through more towers all the time. It has something that looks like a main downtown crossroads. It has fabulous Chinese restaurants. And now it’s even going to have that ultimate central Vancouver perk — its own high-end neighbourhood, as I wrote in the Globe today.