Some fabulous teacher I had in Grade four or five decided to read to us immediately after every morning bell, rightly assuming that we probably were not quite ready to tackle arithmetic so early. When she got to Frances Hodgson Burnett's wonderful novel "The Secret Garden", not many kids ever arrived late. We all got there bright and early to hear the latest adventures of Mary and Colin in their glorious garden world. This idea of earthly perfection, a profusion of delightful plants and flowers hidden away from life's troubles intoxicated me then and stays with me today.
When I heard a real Secret Garden exists in Delta, I knew I had to track it down and do a story about the remarkable man who created it. I was not disappointed. Our bargain forbade me from publicizing exactly where it's located - and I am abiding by that agreement. But he did tell me that if you want to know where it is, you might start by calling Delta City Hall. They own it after all. Hidden Gem

Owing to the hockey play-offs, our stories have to be a little shorter than normal, as our news show is only half an hour long rather than the usual ninety minutes. That's why for this story I was unable to put in a key point about my main character.
I often wonder if the world has more kinds of cycles than it has cars. Unicycles, bicycles, tricycles, those quadricycles with the funny cabana style roof you find a beach resorts. Within the bike category alone you'll find a whole range of options. Tandem, mountain, road racing, triathalon, fixie, recumbent, cruiser, touring, BMX and many more can all be found on the streets of Vancouver.
How is it possible to wander the streets of downton Vancouver for decades and not realize there's a bowling alley on Granville Street? I was shocked at myself. The place was staring me right in the face, the big neon sign, the bowling pin shaped sandwich board straddling the sidewalk. Yet somehow I had missed it.
Full disclosure time now. I have an interest in this story. The miracle of honey production has fascinated me ever since I was a kid on the prairies. Manitoba creamed clover honey sent me into the most wondrous sugar high. As a teenager, I once spent months poring over a bee catalogue imagining myself as an apiarist (that's fancy for beekeeper). But I lived in the city, everybody knew you could not raise bees in the city.
Stories sometimes change when reality strikes and this one is an example. If you watched any of my Olympic stories for that Gold Medal program "The City" hosted by Ian Hanomansingh, you might have noticed I often visited the Olympic flame on the waterfront where people tended to congregate. Congregate is a nice way to describe big, huge, crowds drawn like moths to the Olympic flame.
With the countdown on, Olympic revellers are getting a taste of what the next three weeks might look like. Some streets are closed already and public art installed. Folks wander about getting a sense of what a pedestrian friendly downtown Vancouver will look like. Maybe it's the strangeness of walking on a street that bans traffic, or maybe it's just the thrill of being part of it all. Whatever it is, the camera buffs are out in force, sporting everything from big expensive SLR jobs to cell phone snappers. One thing you can say about the city during these games is that it will be well documented. 




