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Sandy and I did the Zombie Walk in Moose Jaw (Photo by Brandon Hutchinson)
Making the Zombie Walk in Moose Jaw

When I told people I would be away for 10 days, they immediately thought Old Cam was going on a warm-weather vacation.
I would tell them it was to Moose Jaw, and they would snicker and express their sympathies. I don’t think I ever said where I was going in a negative woe-is-me tone. I was getting to cover the Scotties Tournament of Hearts for the daily paper that is published at the event. It would also be online for others to read. I’m told it had thousands and thousands of views a day.
Besides, I love curling. I like watching women’s curling more than men’s curling. And I was getting to spend time with an old friend, Dave Komosky. We hadn’t worked together in 25 years.

Telemiracle 39
Brad Johner and the Johner Boys to perform

When Brad Johner and his kids get together, it’s a little bit country and a little bit rock ’n’ roll . . . not to mention pop, reggae and soul.
One of Saskatchewan’s biggest country stars is hanging out with the next generation, and loving every minute of it, as Brad Johner and the Johner Boys.
The multi-generational family-and-friend band is among the cast at Kinsmen Telemiracle this year, joining Beverley Mahood, Leah Daniels, the Headpins, Donny Parenteau, Brothers Landreth, Bob McGrath, Jeffery Straker, Jason Blaine, Andrea Menard and Lorne Cardinal. Telemiracle 39 hits the TCU Place stage from 9 p.m. on March 7 to 5 p.m. on March 8, and will be broadcast, as always, on CTV.


Do ward meetings really cost that much?

Question: In response to your reply on Feb. 9 to the cost of ward meetings, I can’t see how they can possibly be expensive. Please provide the actual cost with numbers.
Mayor Atchison: When I was a councillor in 1995, I started ward meetings in Saskatoon. I was the councillor for Ward 10. I think it is exceedingly important to talk with constituents to get their feedback. We have held ward meetings every year in the fall except election years. This past year we were asked to curtail some of our programming because of budget constraints. So we did. Instead, we began a series of programs called Meet the Mayor at the Mall.

Why doesn’t City’s website include Aboriginal languages?

I was suffering “a touch of the vapours” last Monday, and while curled up on the sofa nursing my recovery, I turned on the television and chanced upon the city council meeting.
When I tuned into the meeting, what was up for discussion was the new, and much delayed, City website. It seems like there are a couple of quirks to still work out. And, based on the administrator’s response to the project, I suspect it may be beyond its initial $1-million price tag. Councillors raised some good points, especially about archival material. Personally, I don’t find the website to be a great improvement, but then again my computer skills are limited.


Finding her father
City woman meets Californian cousins

For decades, what Marisa (Parra) Kot knew about her father would fit into a thimble.
Her mother, Peggy Parra, said little about the man she married in the 1950s in the United States, and left a couple of years later when she was pregnant with Marisa.
Now Kot could fill buckets with what she has learned about him.
Peggy Parra left her husband, Louis, because he had schizophrenia – or so she thought. Remember, this was the 1950s.
“When she found out she was pregnant, she didn’t feel it was a good situation, so she came home,” Kot said.
Home was Moose Jaw. Now it’s Saskatoon for Kot.

  1. Hitting the pre-Oscar circuit was an ego trip

Forgive me in advance for two columns in a row on Los Angeles, but given the recent news of the head of Creative Saskatchewan, J.P. Ellson, and his trip to Hollywood to schmooze the pre-Oscar circuit, I feel compelled to weigh in.
I am a publicist, which is a fancy way of saying I’m a pimp – minus the abuse and exploitation of vulnerable individuals, of course, but pretty much everything else is fair game.
I was in Hollywood during the run up to the Oscars, for various reasons of which I won’t bore you. But for the record, you didn’t pay for my trip.

Intentions were good, but name of park was too Tonto for me

Tansi Nechi.
This, in Cree, means “hello my friend.” It’s always amusing when I hear the Cree language in a movie. The first time I heard Cree on television was when I was watching a western movie.
I was probably around 12 years old and I spoke fluent Cree, as I do to this day. I was by myself when I was watching the show. All of the sudden the Indians in the movie started to speak Cree. I thought nobody would believe me, so I called my mom to come and watch the movie with me. She, too, started to laugh when she heard the language. It wasn’t that the actors were saying anything funny, but rather they were taking the language out of context. It was probably to feed the movie stereotype Indian at the time. Things haven’t changed that much since.

Downtown changes must come one step at a time

The best thing about the City’s idea for a bike lane down 23rd Street is that it is accelerating discussion around eliminating the blight of downtown, also known as our bus mall.
That blasted thing has been around for 30 years, and has been generally reviled, at least by the business community, shoppers, drivers and innocent wanderers, since inception.
Stories are legion. One bright summer morning, clad in a lovely sundress, a colleague of mine made her way through the mall only to be accosted by a seriously messed-up man. He tore her dress in two. Holding the pieces together, she got away from him and ran sobbing to our place of work, where I helped her pin the thing together until she could muster a new outfit.

Spreading the word on mental-health illnesses

CLARA HUGHES is a woman on a mission. One of Canada’s most outstanding athletes ever is cycling across our country on what is being called Clara’s Big Ride.
Her goal is to bring awareness to mental-health illnesses. Like so many Canadians, Clara struggles with depression.
“This is going to be an epic journey, the ride of my life. And it’s all for awareness of mental health, breaking down the stigma when it comes to mental illnesses,” she told CBC.

Living with anxiety
People don’t understand panic attacks, but I do

I’m having a bad day.
It is not like this every day. Today is one of the really bad ones. I am feeling anxious.
The anxiety has been controlled to a large extent. I remember the hundreds of days when it wasn’t.
I would leave restaurants in the middle of meals. Sandy was left to either eat alone or follow me out the door. After she paid the bill that is. I would leave movies, leaving her to watch them alone. I remember watching Titanic from the door of the theatre; gosh, it was a long movie. Once, when we were in Las Vegas, we had fourth-row centre seats for Mama Mia.