I’m in Vancouver visiting family for a day. I take a 90-minute walk early this morning, down through the harborside into Stanley Park. All the usual splendors of this beautiful city; where else can you see skyscrapers, snow-capped mountains, and old-growth evergreens encircling a crystal bay. All the usual trappings of a very international city; from yachts with ostentatious trappings to a half dozen different languages overhead while walking about. But the most striking image is wholly unexpected…in the woods of the park, a homeless person fully enwrapped in sleeping bags on the porch of an antique pavilion, with two live peacocks regally standing guard on either side.