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Go ahead, people. Scoff. Treasure Hunt sounds très lame, I’m not saying it doesn’t, but who cares about terminology. Treasure Hunts mean 1) several clues in public places; 2) random prizes; 3) fun!; 4) secret cleverness. My father was a TH genius. This afternoon, most of him was sprinkled around his barbecue, but some of him was sprinkled around:

That was the main clue he left me. That and a key I shouldn’t get too excited about but am because that’s what you do when that’s all there is. It’s hanging around my neck until I find the lock. In Churchill Square (Get it? Church + hill + square), I look under the trees, on the stairs, all over the statue and find the usual sinister nothingness the square is known for. What finds me is the saddest security guard in the world. ‘Looks like we’re getting more snow,’ he says. I sprinkle my cup of Dad as I go. Talk about poignant. I check all the old places. Nothing.

For your own TH:

1. Put Clue 1 on Facebook or hand it to people if everyone’s starting together. Let’s say Place 1 is the Ghandi statue outside the downtown library. Clue 1 could say: Rhymes with candy.

2. At the Ghandi statue, you’ll hide Clue 2. And so on.

3. If you know how many people are playing, you can leave little prizes. Good places in Edmonton are pamphlet racks at city hall, plants in MacLab theatre and the sculpture in front of the Winspear.