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Re -inventing the wheel
Governments have a penchant for re-
inventing the wheel and that certainly ap-
pears to be the case with the recent an-
nouncement by the Ontario Ministry of
Natural Resources that public meetings
would be held to determine support for
suggested resident angling licences.
Executive members of the Ontario
Federation of Anglers and Hunters ex-
plain they are pleased with the proposal
to seek the opinions of sports fishermen,
but they point to earlier surveys which
clearly indicated overwhelming support
for such a licencing scheme.
They note the ministry did a com-
prehensive survey in 1977 during some 30
separate meetings and similar opinion
polls were conducted by the O.F.A.H. in
subsequent years.
All the surveys indicated over-
whelming support for the licences, but
with the strong provision that the
revenue generated be used to improve
Ontario's sagging sports fisheries and not
lost in the general treasury.
In a June 1984 proposal to the govern-
ment, the Federation again endorsed the
licence proposal and suggested the fees
be placed in a separate trust so all the net
revenues could be identified and ear-
marked for fisheries enhancement pro-
jects. It even offered to assist with the ad-
ministration of that fund.
Now the ministry is planning another
extensive round of public meetings,
despite resounding support from various
interest groups already much in
evidence.
While further public input appears
unnecessary, hopefully it will at least
result in some positive action for a plan
that has been in limbo for almost 10
years.
Needs some courage
Finance Minister Michael Wilson
will be in the limelight in one week as he
brings down his much awaited budget.
Indications are that he will probablyrank
among the least popular Canadian) when
he completes his task.
Economiic conditions in this country
are highly volatile at the present and only
some courageous acts by the government
are going to defuse the situation.
Paramount to stablizing the Cana-
dian dollar and interest rates is a claer
indication from Wilson that some con-
certed effort will be made to reduce the
nation's frightening debt.
That, of course, can only be done
through decreasing government spen-
ding or increasing government revenue.
Neither is particularly astute from the
political sense, but the time has come for
the Mulroney government to realize that
most of the problems that are compoun-
ding for this nation are due to political,
decisions that now,must be paid for by
tough common sense approaches.
Wilson's last attempt brought a vocal
outcry from some of the groups asked to
tighten their belts, and in the end, the
government wilted and loosened up the
belts.
That type of wishy-washy ad-
ministration may have scored some
political points, but the ramifications
were clear to those who watched the
dollar plunge and interest rates escalate.
Wilson knows government spending
must be drastically reduced. Wilson
knows that most Canadians can not af-
ford to furnish the coffers with any addi-
tional tax dollars.
It remains to be seen whether he is
swayed by that knowledge or will once
again buckle under the political pressure
that has plagued his many predecessors
who helped get us into the current mess.
Keep up good work
Almost every day I walk to my
mail box and put in a couple of
letters. They always disappear.
They must arrive at their
destination, because I get replies.
Obviously they are picked up by
our reliable rural mail service.
I'm not around when "the mail
lady" comes. But I'm told that
she drives a big old car and that
you can set your watch by her ar-
rival. For years I've been
wondering who she is and what
she looks like. I)ay after day she
takes what we leave and leaves
what comes to us from around
the world. She is our link with
friends and family, with business
associates and suppliers. If it
weren't for her, i wouldn't get my
bank statements or my income
tax returns.
I used to live in the city where
mail service was taken for
granted. We put letters in the
nearest mailbox at the corner,
and our mail was delivered to the
house. By nice people, too. But
there was no mystery about
them.
in the country, the mail lady is
an institution. Part of rural liv-
ing. She must be a determined
woman. Not easily defeated by
snow drifts or black ice, by rain
storms or fog. The mail must get
through. Our mail lady is the
modern version of the pony ex-
press and the stage coach.
Letters from Toronto or Win-
nipeg may take a week or more.
Even letters within the same ci-
ty usually take days. Only in the
country do we still have next day
delivery. Our rural routes func-
tion better than any other mail
system in the country. My hat's
off to those people! In a world
that is becoming more complex
and sophisticated and at the
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same time less efficient and less
human all the time, the rural
mail remains as steady as ever.
Friendly, experienced people do-
ing a conscientious job with a
minimum of technical devices.
Maybe if the director general of
Canada Post had been recruited
from the ranks of the rural mail
service, they might be in less
trouble. Scrap all those electronic
gadgets, the light sensors and
other mechanical sorting con-
trivances. Throw out the studies
and commission reports and
white papers and purple papers.
Forget about the army of con-
sultants and experts and advisors
that feeds on the post office like
leeches. Bring it all down to
ground level. Hire some people
and send them to the rural post
offices for training in basics.
Maybe they'll learn to do their
jobs well and in a friendly
manner.
But we'll never see that kind of
change. Too simple. We only
listen to the technocrats and com-
munications wizards. A letter is
no longer a letter but "postal
matter, first class". ,After our
mail is picked up, it enters the
bowels of Canada Post where it is
"processed" by bureaucrats with
titles like Allotment Control
Assistant, Service Assessment
Supervisor, Corporate Data Pro-
cessor, Qaick Response Service
Coordinator, Planning and
Evaluation Officer and Material
Management Specialist.
That's why the mail is slow.
Except the letters that stay
within the district served b' our
little post office. If they dont get
there by the next day, the next
day must be Saturday or Sunday.
I salute you, my "mail lady",
and all the other mail ladies and
mail gentlemen across the coun-
try. You're the last vestiges of
trustworthiness and pride in a
system that's long gone to the
dogs. Keep up the good work! We
all appreciate it.
So, George did it!
The Rev. George Anderson,
who is naturally familiar with the
stories of the lost tribe, called
recently to -suggest that he had
become a part of a modern day
counterpart to that tribe.
He, explained that he was
among the, many Ontario
residents who had a birthday this
past January and had the added
pleasure of receiving the usual
congratulatory notice from the
ministry of transportation and
communications that he was due
for renewal of his driver's
licence.
Similar to other Capricorns,
George dutifully sent off his
remittance for $21 and received
his renewed licence.
However, he found that those
renewing their licence in
February were required to have
a photo taken and. the ministry
explained that the renewal fee of
$21, which was up from the
previous figure, had increased to
compensate for the costs involv-
ed in having one's countenance
included on that licence.
While the retired cleric carried
no great displeasure at being
born one month too soon to have
his photo included on his licence,
he did become rather perplexed
that he had been charged the new
$21 fee without receiving the
benefit of the photo for which the
licence had been intended.
In addition to advising the
editor of the situation, George
called the local police station in
an effort to sort out the situation,
and while he was unable to find
out many answers at that source,
he did get some more members
for the lost tribe as two of the
local staff at police headquarters
had suffered the d�aame fate.
Unwilling to bttry his bone of
contention, George pursued his
cause to greater lengths and was
finally rewarded with the infor-
mation that he, plus other
members of the lost tribe, could
indeed get their photo included on
their licences without the addi-
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tional fee of $7 being charged to
others who may want that prior
to the normal renewal time.
However, the service is not
available to members of the lost
tribe in rural Ontario. To receive
the photo inclusion, which they
have in fact paid for, January
children must travel to a "larger
centre" to have the service
provided.
While that is some consolation
for George and others in his situa-
tion, it does point out that the
ministry did try to pull a bit of a
fast one and probably never ex-
pected to encounter George
Anderson, who either wanted to
get what he paid for, or not to pay
for something he didn't get.
If private business tried such a
stunt, the ministry of consumer
affairs would probably be poun-
cing on them. When its another'
government department... they
let George do it!
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While the writer is among those
being vocal in condemnation of
the insurance industry for the un-
fathomable premium increases
being experienced these days,
some of that was tempered the
other day following an estimate
for repair damage to my truck.
Someone backed into it and
managed to knock a few pieces
out of the plastic grill in one
corner.
The estimate for repairing that
part of the damage alone was
$239.50, including tax.
Grills, even the cheap plastic
type in existence today, are in
keeping with the uni-body system
employed in today s auto
manufacturing. You can't mere-
ly replace one small piece or sec-
tion... the whole thing has to be
included.
Not only that, but the plastic
guards over the turn signal lights
are included as a part of the
grill.
Small wonder that auto in-
surance costs are jumping!
But that's not all. The damage
included one small bump on the
front fender. It was no bigger
than a silver dollar, but unfor-
tunately managed to span both
colors on my flashy two-tone
vehicle. The estimates for repair-
ing that, which includes painting
in two colors, was $100.
That still leaves the insurance
company about $600 ahead of me
this year, but it doesn't take
much imagination to indicate
that a fellow can quickly catch up
in one fender -bender. Probably
the whole side of the vehicle
would have to be included with
the new fender.
Better part of valour
After a certain number of
years of adult life one is sup -
posted of have gained a certain
degree of wisdom, an awareness
of 'what one's limitations are.
That was the thought that was
crossing my mind a couple of
weeks as I stood at the top of the
Niagara Escarpment at the
Talisman Ski Lodge, looking
down a near vertical crop of
about one hundred feet.
The first half of an hour on skis
had been simple. I had con-
quererd the cable tow, had learn-
ed how to do a snowplow stop
how to turn left and right. It all
seemed so easy and when my in-
structor, a friend who does a lot
of skiing every winter, suggested
the chair lift I said, "Sure, why
not."
Now my impression was that
the chair lift would let you disem-
bark at various intervals up the
big hill. Not so. There was only
one place to get off and that was
at the top.
Just nicely off the lift I fell flat
on my face. Having been stan-
ding up for a goodly portion of my
life without too much problem I
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thought that I would arise just as
easily now.
Wrong again. The boots that go
with the rental outfit are like two
overgrown vises which lock
around your leg like an alligator's
jaws. By the time I got up my
poles were slightly bent out of
shape and so was I, and I hadn't
even looked at the hill yet.
"We'll just take it easy," my
friend said. "We'll criss-cross the
hill. When you want to stop just
turn your skis toward the upward
part of the hill and you'll stop."
Away he went and neatly came
to a halt about forty feet away.
My turn.
To my horror I realized that I
was at the brink of the precipice
and despite my mental pleas to
my skis to turn up all they did
was slide and slide some more,
and definitely not in the right
direction. About that time I
decided that discretion was the
better part of valour and placed
the best -cushioned part of my
anatomy on the snow. As I slid
'gracefully' down for a good hun-
dred feet. I thought, well, at least
I'm snowplowing, even if it isn't
quite the form that i was taught.
For some reason my friend
suddenly decided that I'd be bet-
ter' off on the 'baby hill'. I can't
imegine why.