It’s late Sunday night and Mrs. Cohn Zohn and I just returned from a jaunt to Kelowna, British Columbia. Have you heard of it?

We went for a wedding. The son of my friend Bill Gairdner married a lovely young lady from Kelowna — a Kelownian? (Bill and I shared an office at the Stanford English Dept. sometime in the Middle Ages.) I’ll tell you more about my adventures in Kelowna tomorrow, but before I go to bed I want to fill you in on Sexsmith.

We picked up a rental car at the Kelowna airport and we were driving into town on the main drag. We passed a street called Sexsmith. I swear to God. Have you ever heard of a street called Sexsmith?

“It may be like the word wordsmith,” my wife said.

“You mean like when someone says so and so is a real wordsmith it means he’s a good writer?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said.

“So this means the sexsmith in question is a sex smith, like the Makeout King in ‘The Graduate.'”

My wife said it was like that.

So maybe Kelowna BC was founded by a sexsmith named Sexsmith and that may account for something, although I’m not sure what.

Talk to you tomorrow — I’m on vacation for a month. Yes a month. I won’t be writing columns but will blog as the mood strikes me.

Sexsmith, indeed.