https://www.castanet.net/edition/news-story--1015-.htm Thu, 10 Oct 2019 11:22:40 PDT Updated every 10 minutes - FOR PERSONAL USE ONLY Copyright: (C) Castanet.net https://www.castanet.net/rss/ https://www.castanet.net/main_images/logos/KelownaLogos/Castanet_Logo.jpg https://www.castanet.net/edition/news-story--1015-.htm https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/105771/Casting-coins https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/105771/Casting-coins Tue, 07 Jan 2014 05:00:00 PDT Contributed It is one of the coldest days of the year. I station my car by Kerry Park, and skirt the lake toward The Sails where I will champion the urban poor. When I arrive at the giant icon four people huddle against a steely wind. Three are leaders while the fourth, come to ask questions, is soon driven awa... https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/103417/People-of-the-Cart https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/103417/People-of-the-Cart Tue, 26 Nov 2013 05:00:00 PDT Contributed My hand, chapped from protective washing, holds my wife's hand on our journey down Bernard to the theatre. It's her birthday, and she wants to see a romantic comedy. Our hoods are tucked neatly around our heads, and the street leads us through the cutting wind to the ticket queue. Before eating p... https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/102311/Anatomy-of-a-neighbourhood https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/102311/Anatomy-of-a-neighbourhood Tue, 12 Nov 2013 05:00:00 PDT Contributed Beneath the burning trees of autumn my wife and I walk arm in arm through the exit of our community. The broken gateway pretends to keep us secure and releases within me a bubble of memory that bursts: because I forget to shut the garage door, my son's high-fidelity speakers are stolen. He is angry;... https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/100545/The-wisdom-of-generations https://www.castanet.net/news/Finding-Kelowna/100545/The-wisdom-of-generations Tue, 15 Oct 2013 06:00:00 PDT Contributed I walk with the crowd toward the giant apple at the center of Orchard Park Mall. Around the bronze monolith we are a storm swirling, unmindful of the morphing face of a valley on fire with harvest. I am a leaf in the stream of milling thousands who have passed this way, caught for a moment against t...