GE 1997-8 Season 4 Episode 5: Paulitorial
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAUL: "An active line on a walk moving freely, without goal.
A walk for a walk's sake."
Given the possibility of any number of equally occurring events,
I'd rather be walking.
Ah, yes, the game's afoot, off on a perambulation, taking the air,
doing the funky chicken.
That's me, a pedestrian by avocation.
Traipsing the streets of Old St. John's.
The benefits of a pleasurable stroll are various and many, it: cleanses
the mind; invigorates the moribund bod; and informs those of curious
What a world opens itself when we take the time to look, when we don't
rush from one place to another !
Politely refusing a lift back to the office after a sumptuous yet light
and refreshing chicken curry lunch at the Malabar Gate of International
Flavours on Thursday afternoon, I hoofed it back to the studios along
the footpath that traces the outline of our embarcadero, out on the finger
pier of perception.
Of course, you notice the lolly-gagging layabouts, the halt, the lame, the
mangy copulating mongrels, the ripped bags of garbage, the overflowing
dumpsters, the taxi drivers exchanging tokes between cabs drawn up nose
to tail and side by side.
But you can see so much more than common tawdriness. Look for the common beauty.
Oh, the golden dust sprinkled through the last summer green and first autumn
brown, red, rust and fuschia in the South Side Hills Forest.
Sit on a harbour stanchion, you can see the colour change before your very
eyes - more marine magic.
The harbour bustles gently as off-shore activity salts the stew of our port
life, once more asimmer with Hibernia in the offing. The raucous cries of
the sailors and their sweethearts on shore fill the blue air.
The last gasp of tourists unsuccessful in obtaining summer fares to the
island for Cabot celebrations in June straggle across the harbour apron
looking forlornly for photo opportunities that the folks back in Cambridge
will recognize. Cape Spear, most easterly point in North America. Mile
Zero, The Trans-Canada Highway begins here. What a long strange trip that is.
They're looking for what they think they can't find at home. Oh, but they can.
On this one day, forego the ring roads and expressways, wave goodbye to the
malls, thumb your nose at the mega-stores ... this one day, celebrate the
hike, explore your home town, take your feet and something you love for a
trek downtown. Open up, Canada. And, keep on truckin'.