May 15, 2012 / 5:00 am
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I walk into Kasugai to savour the peace I find there. I compliment the lands keeper who manicures and primps this refuge from the traffic and accelerated business of city life. He tells me that an Osprey is visiting the garden and has its eye on the...
May 2, 2012 / 5:00 am
Spring in the North is a pungent bloom of dust, debris and dog-poop. Rivers, bloated with melt, spill their banks while trees gape starkly from the sodden hills. I concede that every region has its drawbacks, but unlike the coarser pictures of her northern neighbours, springtime in Kelowna is a...
Apr 17, 2012 / 5:00 am
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I walk up Yates Road toward my favourite stroll down Brandt’s Creek Park. A young boy of four or five scampers with a dog around his house. And as I pass, his furry pal growls and raises the hackles on the back of his neck. “Hey!” says a...
Apr 3, 2012 / 5:00 am
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On my walks through the city I look for unusual people to write about - and I find them! We have an exotic side to us, we Kelownans. We flaunt bald heads, Mohawks, hair of green and purple, dreadlocks, and strands as short and straight as a pin. We...
Mar 20, 2012 / 5:00 am
As I walk from my car to the market I see an old fellow - grizzled beard, long matted hair and clothes that look like they’ve been liberated from someone's dirty hamper. He is rooting through a garbage can that is locked within a cement container, and I feel for him; so I too root, in...
Mar 6, 2012 / 5:00 am
DAY
Behind a chalk sky, the sun is a moon. I see it through the canopy of black limbs between City Hall and Kasugai. In the green season, I often walk this way to absorb the sheltered calm of this urban oasis. But this is the grey season, and the portals of Kasugai are shut.
I notice a...
Feb 21, 2012 / 5:00 am
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My vehicle turns the corner and I see her: she is wearing a pink, padded winter coat – collar raised to the cold; knitted hat pulled over blonde hair; she is a poster girl for feminine virtue. And by her side, leashed to her hand, struts a black...
Feb 7, 2012 / 5:00 am
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Bernard, with skeletal trees stripped of charm, recedes in the rear-view mirror; while the dark lake at its base, a remnant of its summer self, entertains no one. As I head north on Harvey the sky is a wash of lead, slate and ash; and the radio declares...
Jan 24, 2012 / 5:00 am
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memory…
Waiting for traffic, I stand at the corner of Pandosy and Queensway and see this terminus of buses as if for the first time. Before me, a green monolith reaches up to a grey sky. At its summit, a clock beats the...
Jan 10, 2012 / 5:00 am
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The work day is ended. And I am driving east on Clement toward home. Ahead, a dishevelled young man walks between two lanes of rush-hour traffic. He is dressed in a heavy brown coat which is weathered and tucked to an unshaved...
Dec 27, 2011 / 5:00 am
September…
It is about 10:00 p.m. and I feel the need for a walk and some air. As I leave, my wife reminds me, “Please lock the door on your way out.” She wants to feel secure, and I don’t blame her; beneath the cover of darkness, common people...
Dec 13, 2011 / 5:00 am
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Memory…
The movie isn’t what I expect. Since I don’t pay good money to watch the hero have sex, rob a bank and shoot up the neighbourhood, I leave.
The parking lot is dark and the field of automobiles, each...
Nov 29, 2011 / 5:00 am
Behind the courthouse, autumn descends slowly like a ritual clothed in russet and gold. A labourer, pony tail flouncing, blows summer’s debris into piles for gathering. She has much to do, and the falling leaves are relentless. Throughout the city, gardeners store their hoses,...
Nov 15, 2011 / 5:00 am
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I am seven. And beneath my hat and rain coat I watch the pipe band pump and finger tartan bags of sound, releasing music that pulls a parade of remembrance to the cenotaph. Though war is only a game I play with friends in the woods, I know that...
Nov 1, 2011 / 5:00 am
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My bicycle tires are flat so I walk my CCM to the Shell station on the corner of Kane and Glenmore. When I arrive, an elderly man is stooped over some task on the other side of the air pump. His hair is white and thin, and it lies in...
Oct 18, 2011 / 5:00 am
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I see an unusual cluster of people and machinery in front of Blonde on Bernard. A movie camera stands behind a bevy of young women like some snooty director in a French beret, ostensibly filming pedestrians for local colour....
Oct 4, 2011 / 5:00 am
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On my walks throughout the city I have witnessed many unusual circumstances that are the herbs and spices in this crispy salad called Kelowna. Some are humorous, like the tall blonde-haired man wandering past the library: briefcase...
Sep 20, 2011 / 5:00 am
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Introduction
We Kelownans are a chuckle trunk of humour, a veritable amusement park of light-hearted events that burst the gut with giggles and hoots; like the time I appeared at an interview with a sales tag still...
Sep 6, 2011 / 5:00 am
All I want is a quiet lunch where I can mindlessly observe the flow of humanity on one of the hottest days of the year. So I place myself at the confluence of two streets, eat my salmon and watch the flow of life drift by me.
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I am part way...
Aug 23, 2011 / 5:00 am
I’m surprised by the number of little shops scattered about Kelowna that appeal to those who suffer – or shall I say, whose mates suffer – from snoring. Their advertisements call out to us, proclaiming a cure for the dreaded vibrating uvula – that notorious...
About the Author
Giovanni Vidotto is a therapist and educator. He is also a poet, columnist and a writer of short fiction. His passion for literature and the writing arts began at three years of age when his mother read to him the poems of Giovanni Pascoli.
Finding Kelowna, as he explains it in his website of the same name, is a focus on the ordinary events, people and things that often go unnoticed like dandelions in spring. Its purpose is to reveal the startling brilliance of everyday life which may be beautiful, tragic or bizarre. This will be fulfilled by illuminating, in a creative way, the sudden encounters, poignant moments and unusual circumstances that pepper daily life.
Through chance conversations and unexpected occurrences, the tone and character of Kelowna and its surroundings will be explored. In so doing, Giovanni hopes that the reader will catch a glimpse of himself and of humanity in all its glorious imperfection.
To comment on his columns you may write to him at findingkelowna@shaw.ca. You may read other articles he has written by viewing his website at findingkelowna.com.
The views expressed are strictly those of the author and not necessarily those of Castanet. Castanet presents its columns "as is" and does not warrant the contents.
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