All roads led to the water: that’s how photographer Greg Girard remembers the Vancouver of his youth. In the early ’70s and ’80s, the working waterfront spilled into the city, a gritty industrial hub crowded with sawmills, canneries and slaughterhouses. Expo ’86 hadn’t yet catapulted Vancouver to world-class status. “You could walk to the north end of a street, cross the railway tracks and be at the container terminal or the fish docks,” says Girard…