Dear Editor, Food for thought. Moving to Canada at the age of 12 in 1968, looking back, was like winning the lottery! I was the oldest of five children, and we had very little after my parents sold our house in Artesia, Calif., and after my father paid cash for a five-ton flatbed truck to move everything with. Our 1961 Falcon station wagon followed in case it broke down. We rented a farm in Pitt Meadows for six years and made enough money to fee…