This story originally appeared in the Tri-City News
A Coquitlam student who’s endured cancer three times is hoping some of her darkest moments will help light the way for other young people going through a similar health challenge.
Julia Dawson, a Grade 12 student at Dr. Charles Best Secondary School, has created a workbook for cancer patients and their families embarking upon Car T-cell therapy to treat their disease.
It’s a new regimen that uses a patient’s own T-cells to identify and destroy cancer cells with the help of genetic engineering.
Dawson had already beaten leukemia twice when doctors determined her third round with the disease was resistant to conventional chemotherapy.
Instead, they recommended removing T-cells — a type of white blood cell that fights infection — from Dawson’s body and retraining them to attack cancer cells before reinjecting them back into her bloodstream. While Car T-cell therapy has been in clinical trials at Seattle Children’s Hospital since 2018, it was still new at BC Children’s Hospital.
Few resources
Dawson would be among its first candidates for the procedure. She said she didn’t know much about the unique therapy going in. Nor did her family, and the all the research they did on the internet just turned up highly technical articles from medical journals. Even her doctors weren’t quite sure what to expect for things like side or long-term effects.
“There was not a lot of resources,” said Dawson. “I was scared, but the doctors were optimistic.” To remove her T-cells, Dawson was hooked up for four hours to a large device that “looked like a washing machine” by a tube inserted in her neck. Several weeks later the engineered cells were reinjected through a port in her chest. Then she had to stay in isolation in the hospital for a month rebuilding her immune system.
During that time, Dawson said she asked the nurses and doctors a lot of questions. She made notes of how she was feeling, the fevers and loss of memory and occasional anger and fear she endured. Dawson said the experience was “like going through a bad flu.”
But she also knew what she was experiencing could be invaluable to someone else about to undergo the same treatment asking the same questions she’d had.
“I want to make sure others have the information so they don’t feel totally alone,” Dawson said. Back at school and feeling better, Dawson pitched the idea of the workbook as her senior year Capstone project. It includes pages with information about the Car T-cell therapy, its side effects and symptoms, a pain chart and various activity exercises to help manage feelings of anger and frustration.
Dawson said she vetted the more clinical elements of the workbook with her doctors and nurses to ensure the information was accurate.
‘It really helps’
She said putting it together helped ease her own journey.
“It really helps by just putting it into words,” Dawson said, adding it also kept her positive and hopeful. “You realize things you’re going through are normal.”
Dawson said she prepared workbooks for youth counsellors at Camp Goodtimes, a special summer camp for young people living with cancer. BC Children’s is also including copies in a special welcome package for new Car T-cell patients and the hospital is in the process of securing grants to print more copies and distribute them to other institutions across Canada offering the therapy.
Dawson said the project has fuelled her determination to pursue a career in health care that begins when she heads to Simon Fraser University next fall to study health sciences.
“I want to help others know it’s going to be OK.”.
This story originally appeared in the Tri-City News
What began as four minor hockey coaches taking advantage of some unused ice time at the old Port Coquitlam Rec Centre to stretch their own legs is celebrating its 50th anniversary on March 15. The PoCo Coachmen have never been part of an organized league. Rather, the loose collection of players aged 35 and over has gathered weekly to get some exercise, make friends, swap stories and drink beer. The game was always incidental, said 82-year-old Don Sanbourin, one of a dwindling handful or original Coachmen who total about 150 through the years. “The group has always emphasized having a good time.” The games the Coachmen play are informal affairs with the weekly turnout of about 30 splitting into two squads to knock the puck around for an hour or so. One player from each side is tasked to keep score and if the game is tied when their ice session expires, it’s next goal wins. There’s no body contact and slap shots are forbidden. “We all have to go to work on Monday,” Sanbourin said.
Tournament tests The group does travel annually to places like 100 Mile House, Hope, Seychelt, Chilliwack and Ashcroft to test themselves in tournaments with more organized beer leaguers, but as far as any of the Coachmen can remember, they’ve won very few games. The competitions that coincided with a women’s curling bonspiel are especially memorable, said one. “They sure know how to party.” Sanbourin said over the years, the Coachmen have hailed from diverse backgrounds, from tradesmen to professionals, from newcomers in town looking for a game to millionaires. They’re equalized by nicknames like “Frog,” “Bedbug,” “Fossil” and “Green Hornet.” “In the dressing room, everyone is the same,” Sanbourin said.
Fitting in Every Coachman serves a one-year “apprenticeship” to ensure they fit in with the group, which votes at its annual post-season meeting to determine whether a rookie can stay. As far as Sanbourin can remember, only two prospective Coachmen never made the cut. Victor Kryzanowski, 63, said the Coachmen have given him the same sense of small-town camaraderie he felt growing up in Saskatchewan. Friendships form quickly on the ice and in the dressing room and with such a broad range of players, there’s always someone with a skill or trade who can help out a teammate in need, whether it’s with carpentry, plumbing or bookkeeping affairs. “The hockey was almost an afterthought,” Kryzanowski said. Phil Gallagher, 72, said he still attends all the Coachmen’s social gatherings like the annual alumni pizza night even though he stopped playing at the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020. Gallagher said from the time he joined the team in 2003, he knew he’d found his tribe. “Right away you made friends here,” he said. “You identify as a Coachmen.”
Pandemic challenge Sanbourin said the pandemic and the consequent shutdown of sports facilities because of public health restrictions was a test for the Coachmen. He said the group kept paying for its regular ice time even though the rinks were closed and they couldn’t play because they knew if they ever lost their regular slot on Wednesday nights at 9:30 p.m., they’d have a hard time getting it back. Stuart MacInnes, 69, said the physical and mental health benefits of the weekly games are immeasurable. A Coachmen since 1998, he said getting on the ice takes him back to his younger days playing hockey in Ontario but the real fun occurs before the opening faceoff and after the final whistle. “It’s a joyous change room,” MacInnes said. “It’s so nice to hear what is going on in everyone’s life and commiserate with each other.” Sanbourin said as with any group that’s grown old together for so long, some players have finished their ride on life’s Zamboni. The absences are duly noted on the reams of annual lineups he keeps safeguarded in clear plastic sleeves stored in a manilla folder, a reminder of the strength and ultimate fragility of the bonds they’ve formed. “It’s a community,” said Kryzanowski. “It’s a privilege,” added Gallagher.
Churning out three or four stories a day to feed the web beast can be a grind. You bust a hump crafting a feature that quickly gets buried by a rewritten press release announcing the opening of a new doughnut shop. Some days it’s a struggle to stay motivated. If we’re not writing about doughnut shops, is anybody even paying attention? But then, along comes an opportunity to share something really unique and fun and it reinforces why we got into this business in the first place and the important role local news plays in building community. This story, about a Port Moody family that set out to make a Christmas movie together, started as an email with a link, asking if we’d be interested. How would we not, even if it doesn’t involve doughnuts.
Most families looking for a holiday season activity to do together might go to a tree lot to pick out their Christmas tree for the living room. Or build a gingerbread house.
The Ortiz family from Port Moody made a movie.
Their production, Saving Christmas, is now available on digital platforms like iTunes, Vimeo, Amazon and Google Play as well as cable providers, Bell, Rogers and Shaw.
How it got there is a “like a Christmas miracle” in itself, said Luiza Ortiz, one of the film’s writers.
The idea started as a fanciful notion by her dad, Marcelo, who works as a digital animator in the film industry. He said he’d always been curious about the craft of live-action filmmaking since he first saw Star Wars as a child growing up in Brazil.
“I threw out the idea to the family to make a movie,” Marcelo said. “It would be doable.”
His wife, Beatriz, was receptive.
Their son, Ricardo, is an actor and she’d accompanied him to sets when he was younger so she knew her way around the business and had forged numerous contacts who could help guide them in the right direction.
And Luiza has taken a couple of elective courses in screenwriting while studying English literature and political science at the University of British Columbia.
The family batted around ideas. They considered a drama or horror film but their budget was small and the bulk of the filming had to be done in and around their Ioco Road home.
A small, heartfelt Christmas story seemed the best fit for the family’s skills, budget and Marcelo’s ambitions. Pre-production involved months of script writing and refining, casting 25 actors, scouting locations in Port Moody and Maple Ridge, arranging for equipment and permits, along with assembling a crew of 30-50 — most of them extended family, friends in the industry as well as students from Vancouver Film School and the film program at Capilano University.
SUMBITTED PHOTO On the set of Saving Christmas at Heritage Woods Secondary School in Port Moody.
Marcelo said what anyone lacked in experience or in-depth knowledge, they more than made up with passion and enthusiasm.
“We had such a phenomenal crew,” said Luiza.
Three weeks of filming was scheduled in December, 2022.
Beatriz said that’s usually a quiet time for the film industry locally so pro members of their crew could be readily available.
But a snowstorm almost derailed the first two of 15 shooting days.
Other setbacks also popped up.
Arranging insurance for the production took longer than expected.
A scene in a grocery store had to be rewritten when an actual grocery store couldn’t be secured at a price the production could afford.
“It was a little bit crazy,” said Marcelo. “Problems will come every day and you have to stay positive to find solutions.”
“There’s no time to complain,” added Beatriz.
But, said Luiza, the speed bumps created a kind of “brothers-in-arms” vibe on the set, pulled everyone closer together to find a way to see the project through to its conclusion.
“It really forced us to be creative,” she said. “That made the movie better.”
SUBMITTED PHOTO Ricardo Ortiz plays NIck, a 16-year-old teen who unwittingly cancels Christmas then must find a way to restore the holiday in his family’s film production, Saving Christmas.
Post production of the film took the better part of a year.
Marcelo watched YouTube videos to learn how to use the software required to craft 24 terabytes of digital footage into a 104-minute film. A friend did the colour correction. Another did the sound mixing and an old friend from Brazil composed the sound track.
Getting the film done was only half the battle though. Ensuring it gets seen presented another challenge.
Marcelo researched distributors on the Internet Movie Database Pro (IMDB) website. He sent out dozens of emails, talked to about 50 companies, delivered several copies of the movie. Many inquiries went nowhere. But there were offers and an executive producer finalized a deal with California-based Vision Films. Saving Christmas premiered two weeks ago at Vancouver Film School.
It was the first time much of the cast and crew were together again in almost two years.
Marcelo said his heart filled with pride to see the fruits of their little family project projected on a big screen.
“It looks like more than we expected,” he said of the film. “Everybody put a little love into it.”
Early in the COVID-19 pandemic, I wrote a story about a local woman who was one half of the Room Raters, a Twitter account that went viral with its witty and sometimes cutting commentary about decor and the backgrounds of Zoom and Skype interviews on TV with pundits, politicians, experts and commentators on cable and network news stations like MSNBC, CNN, FOX and ABC. We were all feeling isolated and fearing the future. But the Room Raters brought some light to the darkness. It also brought its perpetrators a measure of internet fame and eventually a book deal. Recently, though, I found out about an unexpected twist to their story.
A Port Moody author is crediting her cat with possibly saving her life.
Jessie Bahrey says the insistent cuddling and kneading at her chest by her two-year old cat, Ella, helped alert her something wasn’t quite right as life events kept delaying her biennnial appointment for a mammogram. But when her left arm started to inexplicably ache she procrastinated no longer.
Sure enough, the scan showed two tumours in Bahrey’s left breast, exactly where Ella had been “making biscuits.”
Bahrey said she has no history of breast cancer in her family, and her own regular self-examinations revealed nothing untoward. But when she told her doctor of Ella’s role in fuelling her concern, they expedited the biopsy that would be needed to diagnosis the nature of the tumours and plot a strategy for their treatment.
Bahrey said she was taken aback by the sudden reversal in her life that had been an unlikely whirlwind for much of the previous three years.
Pandemic phenomenon goes viral
Bahrey, who’s an office manager at a Port Coquitlam garden centre, was at the nexus of a cultural phenomenon birthed by the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Bahrey and Claude Taylor, who runs a left-leaning Political Action Committee (PAC), started putting their commentaries online, posting their observations, criticisms and suggestions on an X account (formerly Twitter) they called Room Raters.
Bahrey and Taylor’s targets ranged from musician John Legend and former First Ladies Michelle Obama and Hillary Clinton, to British Prime Minister Boris Johnson as well as commentators like Washington Post journalist Carl Bernstein and legal analyst Neal Katyal. Even the late Queen Elizabeth caught their attention.
Quickly, the Room Raters attracted more than 400,000 followers and sometimes their subjects quipped back, decrying a poor score, vowing to improve next time, celebrating a top rating or looking for tips to make their backgrounds look better.
The online attention led to a book deal.
When How to Zoom Your Room: Room Raters’ Ultimate Style Guide was released in June 2022, Bahrey and Taylor hit the promotion circuit, doing appearances on American and Canadian television and radio, being interviewed by the Washington Post and several podcasts.
It was, Bahrey said, “a lot of blood, sweat and tears.”
Winding down from the Room Rater whirlwind
When the hubbub died down, Bahrey went on holiday in Italy to decompress. Then her father entered hospice care and she said the impetus to schedule her mammogram appointment kept getting shuffled down her priority list. After all, she thought, she felt fine, she was running 40 kms a week and she had nothing to pique her concern.
Until feisty, aloof Ella suddenly became a cuddling comforter who always nudged her way up to Bahrey’s chest.
A 2016 study published in the veterinary medical journal, Frontiers in Veterinary Science, said dogs’ acute sense of smell can detect pathogens in humans like viruses and even cancers of the lungs, colon and breast. Some have been trained to sniff them out.
And while there’s been no formal research on the cancer-sniffing capabilities of cats, there’s no shortage of anecdotal evidence being shared on the internet.
A dour diagnosis
Bahrey said none of her doctors dismissed her story about Ella’s role in the eventual diagnosis of her triple negative breast cancer.
“It’s the bad one,” she added of the illness, referring to its predilection to grow aggressively and recur readily because the cancer cells lack estrogen or progesterone receptors and don’t make any, or very little, of a protein called HER2.
Bahrey calls 2023 her “cancer year.” She spent much of it recuperating from surgery, recovering from a super bug she caught along the way, getting radiation and chemotherapy treatment, trying to stay focused on the job of getting better.
Just before Christmas, Bahrey was able to ring the bell after her check up, the symbolic pronouncement that she was clear of cancer.
She said sometimes her mind reels at all that she’s experienced in the past few years — from the heady days of seeing her Room Rater posts retweeted by their famous subjects or referenced on national television to the dark days of uncertainty and feeling ill from the medicines that were hopefully killing her cancer.
“It was almost too much to have in my head,” Bahrey said, adding her Room Raters experience helped her weather some of those storms as people who’d received their critiques or were just fans checked in on her. One, MSNBC medical correspondent Dr. Vin Gupta, even acted as her second opinion, deciphering test results, offering his thoughts on her course of treatments.
“My sadness turned to gratitude for the relationships I’ve nurtured,” she said.
Drawing strength
Bahrey said she was able to draw strength and confidence from being interviewed by media personalities and interacting with them online to advocate for her own care.
Room Raters is now mostly in Bahrey’s past. She still touches base with Taylor, who’s taken over posting the majority of the critiques and political barbs. But Ella has become the star of her own social media posts.
“She’s a force of nature,” Bahrey said, adding since she got the all-clear from her doctors, the feline has returned to her former distant demeanour.
For the second time in less than eight years, I’ve had a newspaper closed out from under me. Although the demise of the Tri-City News is confined to its weekly print edition; we’re still going to be publishing online.
That means I’m still employed; nevertheless, the loss of a physical paper hits hard.
I landed at the News when I came west in 1991. Back then it was crazy, busy market that was growing exponentially. We went from publishing two editions a week to three to three plus a special insert. Papers were bursting with pages and thick with flyers. The Classified ads usually ran eight to 10 pages.
To help fill all the spaces between ads, we were six photographers deployed seven days a week to cover events from the Vancouver-Burnaby boundary to the far rural reaches of Maple Ridge, from eight in the morning until eight or nine in the evening. We had a studio, film lab and two darkrooms — one for printing colour and another for B&W.
Some of the photos I shot in my first few months at the Tri-City News back in 1991 and now digitally preserved by the Coquitlam Archives. Without them, people living in the area today might not know the Golden Spike Days festival in Port Moody included go-kart races, or that sea lions swam up the Fraser River to chase oolichans and bask on the log booms. Moments like these are rarely covered by papers anymore because resources are too diminished.
Scrolling through the 30 or so web pages the Archive posted of those images on its website was a salve to the news from the day before. It was also a reminder of what we’ve lost as an industry, partly because of the communication revolution that was the advent of the World Wide Web, but mostly because of the newspaper industry’s inability to figure out how to exist alongside it.
With storm clouds for newspapers’ profit margins gathering, photographers were amongst the first to be cast aside. Mobile phones with integrated cameras were everywhere and images contributed by readers out and about, or reporters already at a story anyway, suddenly became “good enough;” who needs prima donna photographers driving around in their cars all day getting up to who knows what between millisecond shutter clicks.
But management’s assessment ignored our ambassadorial role. Because we were out there all day, every day, we became the face of the newspaper for much of the community. When someone called in to request coverage of a community happening, they usually asked specifically for a photographer to be sent. And when we were at such events, people would inevitably come up to ask if we could put their photo in the paper, not have them mentioned in a reporter’s story
Photographers’ presence in the community every day also gave us a unique insight into its rhythms and evolution, as even the slightest change or deviation would catch our eye and become a possible subject for photographic exploration. We called those kind of photos — often shot between assignments and without enough time — tour shots or wild art.
On a busy day, they often helped grease the creativity wheel.
When it was slow and the editor needed something to fill a quarter page hole somewhere near the back of the paper even though there was nothing going on, they were a lodestone around your neck, dragging your spirits and emptying your gas tank.
But looking back more than 30 years ago, it’s those images that catch my eye: working the graphic lines of a construction project; the body language of striking refinery workers; the joy of a kid walking down the street with a giant inner tube.
We pass such mundane, routine moments every day, but as photojournalists, we have license to pull our cars over, grab our gear from the trunk and figure out how to turn it into a moment, then go find out more about it so we could write the caption.
Oh yeah, and there was that editor with a hole on Page 36 to fill too.
When they were published, such moments might bring a smile or glint of recognition to the reader as suddenly something they’d passed by themselves took on a new look or context. Thirty years later, though, they’re a glimpse into what the city was like three decades earlier — the clothes people were wearing, the things they got up to, the cars they were driving, the environs in the background, when something now familiar was just new, what has been lost.
They’re an important contribution to the community’s collective memory.
As photo staffs were pared and ultimately eliminated, those moments disappeared from our coverage. The ability to send a photographer to tell the story of an event diminished. With nobody on the street because reporters were too busy in the office churning out stories, newspapers’ connection to the communities they cover started to suffer.
Getting rid of photographers didn’t kill newspapers, but it sure didn’t help either. Without our keen eye to capture the essence of a story in a single frame, see the moment, bring a unique perspective to the ordinary, papers abdicated a bit of their professionalism.
Soon enough our word colleagues in the newsroom would feel the same sting. As their numbers were reduced, the breadth and depth of stories we were able to cover was diminished. Fewer people to do more work meant more errors and missed story opportunities. Once the slide started, it was hard to stop.
Over the course of my career, I’ve had the opportunity to cover the first hometown game for several young NHLers: Ryan Nugent-Hopkins; Kyle Turris; Ryan Johanssen; Mathew Barzal.
Friday, Port Moody’s Kent Johnson and his Columbus Blue Jackets visited Vancouver for the first time since he joined the team that drafted him fifth overall in the 2021 NHL Entry Draft.
We’ve been covering Johnson since he played Major Midget. We did stories when he was playing with the Trail Smoke Eaters in the BC Hockey League, when he moved on to the University of Michigan and his achievements with Canada’s national junior and Olympic teams.
So when the NHL released its 2022–23 schedule last summer, the first thing I looked up was the Blue Jackets’ first game in Rogers Arena. It took them half the season to get here.
You might think covering an NHL game is fun and glamorous; big building, bright lights, loud crowd, the best players in the sport giving it their all.
But it’s a lot of grinding work.
Back in the 1980s, covering a big league game meant a fancy laminated badge on a lanyard that afforded you access wherever you needed to go, a nice pre-game meal — free — in the media lounge, people opening doors for you; unlimited snacks in the press box, printed stats delivered at the end of every period or quarter.
None of those happen anymore.
Navigating restrictions
Covering a pro sporting event in 2023 is mostly about navigating restrictions as best you can, making sure you eat dinner at home before you leave for work and being grateful for any little morsel of access you can scrounge that allows you to do your job. The Canucks don’t even give you a lanyard to wear anymore; the press badge is still laminated, but if you don’t bring your own neck lanyard, you’re left awkwardly clutching this 4X6 card in some way so ushers know you belong.
Even kibitzing with other media members you know from running into each other at previous assignments is a thing of the past, so depleted are our ranks. Most of the press corps in the Columbus dressing room — all four of us — after the team’s morning skate Friday were gathering content for the team’s website and social media channels or working for the league. Sure, they were asking questions and trying to get insight for their audience, but they were essentially PR agents.
Four years ago, when we covered Barzal’s homecoming, you were able to take a hard right after checking in with security and you were in the dressing room area. If we were there at a practice, you could walk through the tunnel and shoot from the visiting team’s bench area.
Now those locations are all curtained off, restricted.
Instead, we have to walk all the way around the arena to a holding area where the team’s PR person will bring out the coach to answer questions, then signal us when we could access the dressing room to talk to the players.
The hole
The old shooting area at Rogers, a private media box at centre ice on the mezzanine level, is also gone. Now there’s a hole cut into the plexiglass at each corner of the rink, so essentially room for four photographers per game.
Last year, after one too many incidents where a puck or stick shot through the open holes, the NHL mandated removable covers and some sort of shield that has to be moved into place by the photographer whenever the play got close.
For media that are there all the time, this gradual erosion of access is likely just more annoying inconveniences; you adjust and carry on. For someone — like myself — who only gets down there once every four or five years, they amp up the already fish-out-of water presence.
Of course, sports teams are private businesses. They have a right to control access; media can’t just walk into factory and start questioning workers and poking around machinery.
The changing dynamic
But the old notion that allowing us to tell their stories is good for their business is gone.
Sports franchises can tell their own stories to connect with their fans (a.k.a. customers) on social media, and of course they’ll only tell the stories they want to be heard. Impartial media is no longer needed, but seeing as we’re still around, increasing the layers of restriction and inconvenience makes it more difficult to get at the stories they don’t want to be told. And with so few of us left, there’s little push-back. We swallow hard, put our heads down and do the best we can.
And it’s only getting worse.
Last week, the company that owns most of Canada’s daily newspaper implemented a ban on travel for its sports reporters. That means no more beat writers covering teams like the Canucks, Edmonton Oilers, Calgary Flames and Montreal Canadiens when they’re on the road. Winnipeg and Toronto still have independent newspapers, so those teams might still have some coverage away from home.
Not only does such a decision further the circling of the drain for those papers, it makes it that much harder for the beat writers to get to the stories they can dig up from their constant connection to the team. And it gives teams even more ways to control their story.
The day when sports teams shut us out completely, by no longer accrediting us, or selling such accreditation just as they sell tickets, doesn’t seem far off.
The music industry has already ventured down that road; when was the last time you read a review or saw news photos from a concert? In fact, some acts don’t allow media access at all, unless you buy a ticket like all the other fans. And photos are supplied by the artist’s management, likely approved by the artist to ensure they look their absolute best.
It’s a slippery slope to PR.
Here’s the story I did about Kent Johnson’s homecoming game. It was a long 14-hour day.
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Port Moody’s Kent Johnson wheels out of the corner in his first NHL game in Vancouver since he joined the Columbus Blue Jackets last spring.
‘Obviously this one feels a little bit more special’
Kent Johnson’s dad just can’t wipe the smile off his face.
Ten rows of maroon-coloured seats above the ice, Jay Johnson is intently watching his 20-year-old son wheel around Rogers Arena with his Columbus Blue Jackets teammates, just hours ahead of his first NHL game in front of hometown family and friends from Port Moody.
Just how many, Jay can’t say.
But, he added, he’s dreading his visit to a ticket reseller’s website later in the day to see what he might be able to dig up for some buddies who’ve requested to join the contingent headed to last Friday’s (Jan. 27) game against the Vancouver Canucks.
Kent Johnson said while he didn’t exactly mark his calendar when the NHL released its schedule last summer, playing against the team he cheered for as a kid — not so many years ago, when the Sedins were still playing — is “really exciting.”
“I always wanted to play in this building, so it’s gonna be cool to come full circle,” the 20-year-old told the Tri-City News.
Johnson is in his first full season with the Blue Jackets, who drafted him fifth overall in the 2021 NHL Entry Draft.
A highly-touted forward who burned up the BC Hockey League (BCHL), scoring 101 points in 52 games in his final season with the Trail Smoke Eaters, then totalled 64 points in 58 games in his two seasons at the University of Michigan, he got a nine-game taste of the NHL late last season after his collegiate season ended.
Johnson said that sampler, along with further chances to play against men at last February’s Winter Olympics in Beijing and the World Hockey Championships a few months later in Helsinki, Finland, helped ease his transition to becoming a full-time professional hockey player.
“It’s been pretty smooth, I’d say.”
In 45 games this season heading into Vancouver, Johnson has nine goals and 14 assists – sixth amongst this year’s crop of NHL rookies.
Likely none of his goals were bigger than the overtime winner he scored Wednesday (Jan. 25) to give the Blue Jackets a 3-2 win over the Edmonton Oilers.
The victory earned Johnson and his teammates a day off in Vancouver Thursday (Jan. 26) that the young hero was able to cap off with a family meal at a downtown restaurant.
He said it’s nice to be coming home on the high the overtime goal gave him, but his spirits are always good when he gets on the ice.
“It’s pretty easy to get motivation when you’re in the NHL,” Johnson said.
“But obviously this one feels a little bit more special.”
Blue Jackets’ coach Brad Larsen said he’s been pleased with Johnson’s progression, even as the team has struggled through a seemingly endless parade of injuries that has left it mired near the bottom of the league standings.
“He’s growing and improving,” Larsen said, adding Johnson’s ability to slow the game down in his mind and read what is about to happen has advanced significantly from the start of the season.
“He’s got a lot of confidence, a lot of swagger.”
Johnson said he’s just trying to get better and earn more ice time, an aspiration he backs up by generally being the last player off the ice at practices and morning skates. It’s a pattern that hasn’t gone unnoticed among his teammates and the Blue Jackets’ travelling crew who needle him when he finally lopes into the dressing room after Friday’s pre-game skate.
“He’s always working on his game,” Larsen said. “He’s got a tremendous skill set.”
Johnson said having a teammate from his Michigan days, Nick Blankenburg, has made that work more fun, and veterans like Columbus captain Boone Jenner have readily taken the team’s young players under their wings.
That’s helped him respond to some of the challenges that have come his way, like being moved to centre from his usual spot on the left wing position for several games when injuries depleted the Blue Jackets’ corps of pivots.
“He’s handled it very well,” said Larsen of the way Johnson’s handled the curves, adding he has “great poise.”
Up in the stands, Jay Johnson surveys the cavernous arena around him. His son may not have marked the calendar for this day, but he sure did.
Saturday, we had two local teams playing in the two varsity semifinal games at BC Place Stadium to determine the opponents for next week’s Subway Bowl provincial high school football championships.
This is typically a pretty big deal.
The kids get to play in the grand environs of a big-time stadium. A couple or few thousands fans fill a section of the expansive grandstand. The local TV stations usually send a crew or cameraman to put together a highlight package (in fact, in days of yore I think they even showed the final game live on one of the stations), the daily papers assign at least a reporter and photographer. Also on the sidelines would be the reporters and photographers from the various community papers if one of their local teams was participating.
It’s always been a lot of fun. We’d get to shoot some dedicated young athletes in relatively decent light, catch up with our colleagues and compete for the best coverage.
But local news resources are now so depleted, the sideline media contingent last night consisted pretty much of myself, a former newspaper journalist who now blogs about high school sports and a reporter from one of the dailies who spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out how he could get a hot dog (can’t say I blame him; don’t even get me started on the demise of the food buffets that used to be provided at big time sporting events to ease the hunger pangs of journalists working at their event).
As we had two teams from our coverage area playing for the possibility of an all-Tri-City final for the first time, I pitched my editor this was an opportunity for us to go big.
With my colleague @KyleBalzer up in the press box handling the writing and live posts to social media, I was able to concentrate on shooting.
At halftime of each game, I headed up to download a couple of photos for the quick hit he’d post to our website and social media channels immediately after each game. Following the final whistle, I edited a more complete take while he gathered quotes and produced a more fulsome account.
Within an hour of the end of each game, visitors to tricitynews.com were able to read a complete game story with accompanying photo gallery and even a few video clips Kyle shot with his phone from the press box.
The daily has yet to post its story (maybe the photos they were going to get from one of the organizers weren’t any good).
The morning news show on TV didn’t even mention the scores.
The blogger is probably sleeping in.
The hits we get on our website may not come close to the traffic generated by a story about a local crime wave or a reader’s screed about a parking ticket, but I’d like to think each one we get will go away from our site appreciative of our commitment to cover the community and then return to us again when they want to find out what’s going on in their neighbourhood or across town.
And for Kyle and I, the evening was a chance for each of us to do what we do best so we could provide our readers the best coverage — even if we were really hungry…
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Terry Fox Ravens running back Gavin Whittingham loses the ball at the Notre Dame Jugglers goal line but it was subsequently recovered by receiver Renzel Arinaza in the end zone for a touchdown in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens defensive lineman Kaiden Exner celebrates his team’s 27-12 victory over the Notre Dame Jugglers Saturday at BC Place Stadium to advance to the BC Secondary Schools Football Association’s Subway Bowl championship next week against the G.W. Graham Grizzlies from Chilliwack.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens running back Gavin Whittingham threads his way through four Notre Dame Jugglers tacklers in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIOI BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens ball carrier Devon Crenshaw tries to slip a Notre Dame Jugglers tackler in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens running back Gavin Whittingham powers past a trio of Notre Dame Jugglers tacklers in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens tight end Isaiah Cooper and Notre Dame Jugglers Antonia Conte scramble to recover a fumble in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens receiver Devon Crenshaw heads downfield past a Notre Dame Jugglers tackler in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Notre Dame Jugglers quarterback Aiden Domino scrambles away for Terry Fox Ravens defensive linemen Ayden Barrett and Axel Statton in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens ball carrier Alex Gagnon is grabbed by Notre Dame Jugglers defensive end Aiden Domino in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. Fox won the game, 27-12, to advance to next Saturday’s championship against Chilliwack’s CW Graham Grizzlies.MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Terry Fox Ravens head coach Tom Kudaba is all business along the team’s sideline. Centennial Centaurs ball carrier Tamani Duncan heads up field to elude the tackle of GW Graham Grizzlies defensive Raiden Mastin in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal game Saturday at BC Place Stadium. The Grizzlies won the game 19-0.Members of the Centennial Centaurs show their disappointment at the team’s 19-0 loss to the GW Graham Grizzlies in Saturday’s BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal game at BC Place Stadium.Centennial Centaurs quarterback Malcolm Cameron scrambles to avoid the pursuit of a GW Graham Grizzlies tackler in their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal game, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. The Grizzlies won, 19-0.GW Graham Grizzlies wide receiver Theo Smith is knocked out of bounds Subway Bowl by a Centennial Centaurs defender after pulling down a pass in the second half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association semifinal game, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. The Grizzlies won, 19-0.Centennial Centaurs running back Ziad Sabry eludes GW Graham Grizzlies tacklers in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal game, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. The Grizzlies won, 19-0.GW Graham Grizzlies wide receiver Tyson Orregaard steps around Centennial Centaurs tacklers in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. GW Graham won, 19-0.GW Graham Grizzlies wide receiver Theo Smith pulls down a pass in front of a Centennial Centaurs defender in the first half of their BC Secondary Schools Football Association Subway Bowl semifinal, Saturday at BC Place Stadium. The Grizzlies won, 19-0.
Another story reprising some of my favourites I covered for The Tri-City News during the COVID-19 pandemic.
What do you get when you cross classic sing-a-long tunes by the likes of The Beatles and Dinah Shore, with bad jokes gleaned from books bought from Value Village, as well as a little yoga instruction?
For Chris Ridout, the result is a winning afternoon in the sunshine putting smiles on the faces of seniors shut-in by the COVID-19 pandemic.
Ridout has been teaching yoga for 10 years, after a long career teaching business to international students. His clients range from two- to 106-years-old, the latter amongst the several senior homes in the Tri-Cities he visits weekly where he helps keep them limber and teaches them breathing techniques to relax.
But with those facilities off-limits to outsiders during the pandemic to protect the health of residents, Ridout was out of work and the seniors he helped at loose ends.
So he improvised.
Working with management at the various homes on his circuit, Ridout came up with new ways to keep his sessions going, like leading classes from outside while the seniors followed along through the windows of a community room, or putting on personal protective equipment so he could carry on indoors.
Ridout, himself now a senior since he recently turned 65, said the outside connection he brings is important to the residents of facilities like Parkwood Manor in Coquitlam.
“It’s the light at the end of the tunnel,” he said. “It’s a reminder that this is not going to last forever.”
Last Thursday, on a bright, warm spring afternoon, staff at Parkwood placed a few dozen chairs in front of the building and helped others using walkers and wheelchairs take their places in the sunshine and shade for a special visit by their yoga minstrel.
With a guitar slung over his shoulder, a small amp at his feet and a bounce in his legs, Ridout greeted familiar faces from afar, then launched into an hour-long serenade of lively tunes like OblaDi, and Yellow Bird, sprinkled with liberal doses of groan-worthy jokes, some of them bordering on the risqué.
The bright sunshine means hats are the order of the day for seniors at Parkwood Manor. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Some of the seniors attending Chris Ridout’s performane at Parkwood Manor in Coquitlam are more than 100 years old. Photo by MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout teaches yoga and conducts a sing-a-long at Parkwood Manor in Coquitlam last Thursday. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout reminds a couple of admirers of his yoga sing-a-longs to keep their distance. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout sings old favourites for the seniors at Parkwood Manor in Coquitlam. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
A well-worn page of lyrics. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout often conducts his yoga and sing-a-long sessions for seniors from outside the common area at Parkwood Manor in Coquitlam. But last Thursday’s warm weather brought everyone outside. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout waves to his fans and friends as he arrives to conduct a sing-a-long and yoga at Coquitlam’s Parkwood Manor. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
Chris Ridout said his sing-a-long yoga sessions at Tri-City seniors homes are all about bringing out the smiles. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
A sing-a-long session at Parkwood Manor ends with an ice cream treat for everyone. Photograph By MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS
“I like to treat them like the adults they are,” Ridout said.
Many of the approximately 50 seniors sang along, some clapped, a few just dozed in the warm sun, their faces protected by wide-brimmed sombreros supplied by staff. In between sets, Ridout reminds them of the breathing techniques he’d previously taught to help ease their anxieties.
And when the show was over, everyone got an ice cream treat.
It was, Ridout said, like spending the afternoon with old friends.
This is part of a series reprising some of the stories I’ve covered for The Tri-City News during the COVID-19 pandemic.
As some summer youth basketball programs struggle to find a way to operate amidst the COVID-19 pandemic, Coquitlam’s Panther Hoops is taking it to the streets — or, more specifically, the parking lot — thanks to the collective effort of some volunteer parents.
Shut out of school gyms and community centres that are mostly still closed, and loathe to overstay its welcome at some outdoor facilities like Port Coquitlam’s Evergreen Park, Panther Hoops’ head coach Doug Dowell said the program needed a more permanent solution to make its plans to put on a full schedule of summer camps viable and sustainable.
“The pressure was on us to find a place we could call our own.”
That’s when several parents decided if they built it, the kids could play.
Over the course of a rainy weekend in June, when pretty much every weekend was damp, they cleaned up detritus from the parking lot behind BC Christian Academy where the program is based, bored deep holes into the pavement, assembled four full-sized basketball nets with glass backboards and poured concrete to lock them in place. A welder was brought in to add another level of security.
The result is an urban playground worthy of a Woody Harrelson streetball movie, set against a backdrop of an auto repair shop, crooked fibreboard fencing and stacks of shipping containers.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS A player at one of the Panther Hoops basketball camps goes for a layup on makeshift courts prepared by parent volunteers in the back parking lot of BC Christian Academy in Coquitlam.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Domenico Petroziello gets set for shot at Panther Hoops basketball camp, which is being held outdoors on a parking lot as most gyms and community centres are still closed because of the COVID-19 pandemic.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS David Mutabzi, right, works with one of his young charges, Skyler Nuestro, at Panther Hoops basketball camp.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Will Patterson works on an agility drill at Panther Hoops basketball camp that is being held on makeshift courts assembled in the back parking lot of BC Christian Academy in Coquitlam.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Stacks of shipping containers, and crooked fibreboard fencing are the backdrop for makeshift basketball courts constructed in a parking lot behind BC Christian Academy so Panther Hoops could conduct its summer youth camps.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Panther Hoops instructor Jakob Current drives to the basket at the urban outdoor courtyard behind BC Christian Academy in Coquitlam.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Instructor Jakob Current keeps an eye on his group at Panther Hoops basketball day camp.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS A player at Panther Hoops basketball camp dribbles his way around pylons. To keep space between the young athletes, the emphasis is on individual skill development.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS A basketball court built on a parking lot presents unique challenges like broken and uneven payment as well as overgrown weeds.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS A crooked fibreboard wall, an overgrown gully and a rusted, broken chainlink fence are the backdrop to one of the outdoor basketball courts installed in a parking lot behind BC Christain Academy in Coquitlam.
More importantly, Dowell said, the makeshift courts have allowed Panther Hoops to offer co-ed day camps for players aged 7 to 16, and evening camps three times a week for more experienced high school players.
Dowell said the camps are an important element of Panther Hoops’ broadened mandate to serve the wider community after it started 13 years ago as a prep program at BC Christian to develop elite players who could contend for post-secondary scholarship opportunities.
The public health emergency threatened to derail that progress.
Dowell said he quickly recognized moving outdoors was the solution.
“With this whole COVID thing, people are on the edge,” he said. “We wanted to get the kids out the door.”
With no gym at BC Christian, Panther Hoops has always led a nomadic existence, so it ventured as far as Pitt Meadows to find open-air facilities it could use for small groups of kids working on their individual skills.
Dowell said one of the biggest challenges was getting his staff of experienced coaches that includes longtime high school coach Rich Goulet, former Cape Breton University bench boss David Petroziello, and former Pitt Meadows Marauders star player Scott Walton, to deconstruct routines they’ve run for years and reassemble them as individual drills that don’t require sharing the ball or close-quarters defence.
He said the exercise has been refreshing.
“In a way, it’s helped us realign ourselves.”
The end result, Dowell said, is a more innovative, free-form approach to basketball, more akin to creative streetball than the regimented strategies and patterns of the sport when it’s played in the gym and a final score matters.
“It’s made you get more into the ingenuity,” Dowell said. “It’s a missing part of the game.”
The weekly camps, that run through to the end of August, have full safety procedures in place, like a staged entrance to the outdoor facility after each participant has answered a health questionnaire, had their temperature checked as well as recorded, and their hands sanitized. Players must also bring their own ball which can be used only by them exclusively, although it’s also wiped down frequently during sessions and before they head home for the day.
And while the outdoor venue means the odd session may get washed away, the kids don’t lose out, as each is issued a punch card so a missed day can be made up as part of another camp.
Dowell said their summer of survival is actually allowing the program to thrive.
“True growth in the sport will only happen when you think outside the box,” he said.
This is a part of a series reprising stories I covered during the COVID-19 pandemic for The Tri-City News.
What started as a little activity to draw chalk rainbows on the pavement has transformed a Port Moody neighbourhood into a gallery of giant colourful murals that is bringing people together and lifting spirits during the COVID-19 lockdown.
Ladawne Shelstad said she was going through a rough emotional patch early in the pandemic when her six-year-old daughter, Maddyn, suggested they create rainbows on the road in front of their Klahanie townhouse.
“They’re a symbol of hope,” Maddyn said.
Working together, Shelstad found the mother and daughter project soothed her anxiety. It also fired her creativity. So they extended their effort to their garage door, decorating it with a giant heart.
When Shelstad discovered one of her neighbours was a nurse, she doodled on paper a design for a mural of thanks she could chalk on her garage door.
A project manager in the communications industry who’d taken some art courses “years ago,” Shelstad found inspiration in stained glass windows. Using tape and a little elbow grease to get the wooden doors clean of dust and grime so the chalk could adhere, she and Maddyn did one mural, and then another as neighbours enquired whether their garages could be included in the project as well. A donation of chalk helped push them along.
Shelstad said the one to eight hours she spent working on each mural were “completely uplifting.” She met some neighbours for the first time, learned about their own interests and challenges navigating the pandemic. Three of them are health care workers, she discovered, along with a teacher who’s coping with doing her job from home, and even some people who’ve lost their job.
“We’re all part of the same thing,” she said. “We’re in this together, but apart.”
Other neighbours enquired about designing their own murals.
Before long every garage door in Shelstad’s lane had been decorated and the gallery has even extended to other lanes in the complex, some fences and the brick rostrum at the entrance to their street.
Shelstad said the project has showed her the power creativity can have to help people get through tough times. So others can explore the healing salve of their own expression, she’s also assembled kits of chalk and art supplies, with proceeds going to Share family and community services.
“You find what gives you joy,” she said. “The whole neighbourhood has embraced something. We’ve been in this glorious bubble of positivity.”
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Ladawne Shelstad poses with one of her first “interactive” chalk murals she’s created for garage doors in her Klahanie neighbourhood in Port Moody to help brighten spirit during the COVID-19 lockdown.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Ladawne Shelstad and her daughter, Maddyn, 6, show off two of the chalk murals they designed and coloured on garage doors in their Klahanie neighbourhood to help brighten spirits during the COVID-19 lockdown. Their effort also inspired other neighbours to commission murals or design their own for their garage doors so now there’s more than a dozen completed.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS A detail from one of the chalk murals Ladawne Shelstad created for garage doors in her Klahanie neighbourhood in Port Moody to help brighten spirits and keep herself and her six-year-old daughter, Maddyn, occupied during the COVID-19 lockdown.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Erica Eghtsad and her daughter, Amelia, show off the chalk mural Ladawne Shelstad designed for their garage door in Port Moody’s Klahanie neighbourhood.
MARIO BARTEL/THE TRI-CITY NEWS Even the bricks at the entrance to Ladawne Shelstad’s lane in the Klahanie neighbourhood have been chalked to create a colourful entrance to the gallery of garage doors decorated with chalk murals she designed, along with some of her neighbours.
SUBMITTED PHOTO Ricardo Ortiz plays NIck, a 16-year-old teen who unwittingly cancels Christmas then must find a way to restore the holiday in his family’s film production, Saving Christmas.
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