With hopes as high as the tallest tree.
That’s what it was like back in 1967, although only eight years old at the time, I remember it well. Montreal in 1967 was the future unbridled. The world, and the national citizenry, would be descending on Canada’s heart to celebrate our centennial. There was the optimism of the mid-sixties, an optimism that was painted vividly by what was probably the last grand Worlds Fair.
Aside from the futuristic predictions that…