Corriere Canadese

Insight

Nicola Sparano
 
Mentre il calcio si accapiglia sull’uso del mezzo elettronico in campo, nell’hockey la moviola in campo esiste da anni. Si chiama instant-replay. Nella gara quattro tra Toronto e Washington è stata utilizzata tre volte. I due arbitri hanno visionato le azioni contestate sanzionando gol o no-gol nel giro di un minuto a poco più. 
Nell’hockey vedere che succede sotto porta non è mai facile. Trappe gambe, braccia e bastoni da gioco impediscono la visuale agli ufficiali di gara, e le azioni sono sempre ad altissima velocità. Nel calcio la moviola in campo avrebbe un compito più facile visto che il terreno di gioco è più grande, ci sono meno giocatori ad impedire la visuale, la velocità della giocata non è mai supersonica. 
Il partito del no alla moviola in campo sostiene che si perderebbe troppo tempo, ma non è vero. Basta visionare quello che succede negli instant-replay dell’hockey.
Gaetano Rao
 
TORONTO - Gentlemen, If our incomparable genius, “ DANTE “ and our fearless mariner-explorer “ CRISTOFORO “  were to read the article… “ Bold Design for New Columbus Centre” …., I imagine Alighieri would script you all into the Canto del Purgatorio  and Colombo would never want to visit such an ’ iconic’ structure for the Italian heritage to….. ……’ shine brightly for generations to come’ !  
At first reading of your presentation in Panoramitalia’s December issue, my ’meridionale’ instinct told me to just blink at such Cultural-Architectural illiteracy and to “ atti I c.... tuoi .... loro sono nel loro feudo….e  fanno finta di ’consulte’….dopo il parto segreto,   arrogantemente a’ nome di tutta la Comunita’ Italo-Canadese / Italiana “.
However, I am obliged to apply my responsibility, as an Italian patriot in Canada with substantial professional credentials to, on behalf of all in our community who are unable or timid for various political or business reasons, to express themselves about the   “language“ of Architecture or the “ teaching of culture ”, to draw your attention to the reality that what is presented as ’ bold design’  is just a glass mediocre office box which certainly evokes absolutely nothing “ Italian “ or “ Italian-Canadian “. 
I am aware that school boards historically are responsible for teaching children in mean soulless boxes, within a guise of ’ budget restraints ’,  you instead in this case have a huge responsibility to allow your architects some slack if not absolute encouragement to produce, at least, a physical exterior vision that truly ’speaks poetically-physically Italian’…….. not just another simplistically-naked, corporate-office, glass-box, purporting to enhance our future  generations’ identity…….. !  
The only icons visible to me in the ’Caramel ’ rendering, (how symbolically coincidental),…. are the flags !
Gaetano Rao is a Toronto architect.  The opinions expressed in  this letter to the editor do not necessarily reflect those of the Corriere Canadese, its staff or editorial team.
TORONTO - Poco più di un anno fa durante una intervista con il Corriere Canadese Sabrina Fuoco, parlando della sua odissea con il cancro disse di essere decisa a non darla vinta al male che la perseguitava dall’età di tre anni. «Sarò ingenua o irrealistica ma io sento di potercela fare, sento che ce la farò a battere questo cancro. Lo dico sempre a mio marito perchè ci sono tante cose che voglio fare e tante cose che voglio fare con lui.... l’ho sconfitto cinque volte, ce la farò anche la sesta... ne sono sicura». 
Sabrina nonostante il coraggio e la determinazione non ce l’ha fatta ed il 10 gennaio è morta a soli 35 anni. A dare l’annuncio sul blog della giovane italocanadese ‘Cancer girl smiles’ è stato proprio il marito Garrett Dunn con un messaggio struggente. “Avrei voluto potervi raccontare un lieto fine. La fine di una favola dove la bella principessa finalmente sconfigge il terribile mostro e vive felice e contenta con il suo principe. Avrei voluto che il suo principe avesse potuto fare di più, aiutato, fatto qualcosa per fermare il mostro. Invece, ha potuto solo stare in silenzio, impotente a guardare come il mostro la divorava. Vorrei, forse egoisticamente, che la storia non fosse finita. Che la battaglia continuasse, anche se non ci sarebbe mai stato un lieto fine. Per avere più anni, più mesi, un paio di giorni, un altro paio di minuti, di secondi in più, per sentire, “Ti amo” dalle sue labbra, solo una volta ancora. Sfortunatamente la storia è finita, il mostro ha vinto...”.
Sabrina, una laurea in legge all’università di Toronto, era una giovane donna davvero speciale. Per tutta la sua vita aveva affrontato e sfidato il cancro, era arrivata a chiamarlo scherzosamente “il cancro numero 1, numero 2, numero 3” e così via... Ogni volta che il male si ripresentava cercava di affrontarlo con determinazione e con il sorriso sulle labbra. Da un test genetico aveva scoperto di soffrire della sindrome di Li-Fraumeni, ovvero di essere predisposta ad ammalarsi di varie forme di cancro. Ed aveva deciso di condividere la sua esperienza di vita postando le sue speranze, le difficoltà, il suo grande amore per la vita, il marito Garrett, i genitori Frank e Marcella, il fratello Justin, gli amici, documentando la malattia sul suo blog “Cancer girl smiles”. Sabrina aveva scelto per la sua vita il motto “Today I decide to live”: «Questa frase è il mio credo, la mia forza perchè nella mia situazione o ci si abbandona e si permette al male di rovinarci l’esistenza o si lotta, si raccolgono i pezzi che si perdono per strada e si stringono i denti... io vivo giorno per giorno... Non pianificare per niente sarebbe arrendersi ed io no mi arrendo», diceva Sabrina.
“Non se ne è andata in silenzio. Ha sempre lottato per poter vincere. Non sorriderà più”, ha concluso il messaggio pieno di dolore il marito Garrett Dunn. 
Obituary
 
TORONTO - «In my own small way, I wanted to make a difference», Vittorio La Pianta, 1936-2017
One could not tell by looking at him in the last few years, disabled as he was and confined to a wheelchair, but his spirit and desire to be a part of the community he loved and helped shape was as energetic as ever.
Accompanied until the very end by his childhood sweetheart, Maria, with whom he married in 1961, he stayed active in the Circolo Monteleonese and all its functions and activities. In fact, he served as its President for 10 years from 1992 to 2002.
He and Maria did their utmost to construct a community centered around “il Circolo”, that included raising funds for scholarships, for donations to organizations catering to the infirm and the elderly. He promoted the establishment of cultural events, la Società San Rocco, the bowling league, the annual golf tournament, and the Club’s sponsored soccer team at the semi-pro level.
He felt it was part of his civic duty to throw himself headlong into activities and events that would strengthen his community or bring honour to his compaesani, family and Canadians. Democracy is a wonderful thing, he would say, exercise it or lose it, when asked why he went on to become a delegate in a federal Leadership Campaign.
With a twinkle in his eye, he would say, that’s how one makes a marriage work. Maria met him as a soccer player in a game just outside their hometown, when she was barely 17 and he 18. She emigrated to Canada in 1958. He vowed to join her as soon as he fulfilled his military duty. He did. One month after his arrival in Canada, they married in March, 1961.
Never apologetic about his work station in life, he threw out the challenge to all family and friends: remember that it is what you do with what you have that counts. 
For him, the professional and social successes of his children and grandchildren, and now also one great grandchild, is what mattered above all. Second only to that young girl with whom he fell in love and for whom he travelled half way around the world to marry.
The Corriere joins in the expression of condolences to Maria and family on their loss.
 
TORONTO - Italians, and by extension Italian Canadians, are criticized for their many shortcomings. Generosity, remorse for having done wrong, desire to make amends (where possible), the assumption of personal responsibility for one’s actions and respect for the dignity of others do not fall into that category.
That fact seems to have escaped members of the Lamborghini Brigade. You know, the super rich who flaunt the “toys” that money buys. The ones who ingest all the alcohol and drugs that their body’s dependence on vice will permit. The ones whose grip on reality slipped a long time ago. 
Their parents and grandparents, who laboured hard to provide those benefits might well repeat a Biblical lesson: what does it profit a man if he gains the world but loses his soul? It’s a lesson Marco Muzzo must have somehow missed.
He is the heir of a multi-Billion dollar empire – net worth, $1.8 billion according to postings on internet service providers. The annual revenue on that alone, based on a 5% return on investment, is a mere $90 million. It would be $144 million if the return were a little closer to what industrial experts target at 8%.
It is a problem for the money managers of the Muzzo account. Whether 5% or 8%, they’ll manage somehow. Marco is an important guy. 
In either event, Marco, who may serve the next seven years in jail for having killed three children, their grandfather and injured their grandmother and great aunt, will still earn between $630 million and $1.008 billion as a guest in Her Majesty’s prison/hotel, at today’s rates. 
Marco will not have to pay rent, although it costs the Canadian taxpayer in excess of $117,000 per year to provide for him. Nonetheless, jail is hell … and one has to find a way to keep oneself busy … or rehabilitate.
Somehow, someone convinced Marco that, notwithstanding the terrible automobile accident for which he acknowledged fault, he should not have to pay the amount - $ 25 million – sought by the Neville-Lake family in Civil Court for the loss of Daniel, Harrison and Milagros Neville-Lake and Gary Neville.
Too much money, he says in the Statement of Defense. He would be prepared to pay one third of that … $8 million.
So, what value does he place on the lives of his victims (who were neither drunk nor suffering from a drug addiction)? The judge will want to know from Muzzo. Here’s a thought: if the three children and their grandfather would all have lived to the statistical life expectancy of 80 years, then the Muzzo estate would be responsible for a combined 237 years of payments, or $34, 720 per person, for each year of life. No adjustments for inflation.
It’s is not quite $90 million to $144 million per year, but one cannot be too careful with one’s money. 
Here’s a word of advise to Marco: you have already destroyed your family name; shut up; pay up and hire a communications strategist to help you get out of the mud in which you are wallowing.