The Citizen, 2003-05-28, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, MAY 28, 2003. PAGE 5.
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TVcYe come a long way, babies
Ran into a guy I know by the name of
Elston down at the coffee shop last
week. Actually it was outside the
coffee shop. Elston was leaning against the
fender of a pickup, legs crossed, sucking on an
Export A.
“Still smoking, Elston?” I asked. (I have a
talent for the obvious.)
Elston fixed me with a mahogany-stained
index finger and, in a bad imitation of the
Marlboro Man, snarled, “I’ll give up smoking
when they pry my cigarettes from my cold,
dead fingers.”
Elston is a member of a dying breed -
literally and figuratively. He is also head of an
ad hoc group called Smokers’ Rights for
Canucks. The SR for C folks think that
smokers are harassed and discriminated
against by government, civic institutions and
the public at large.
And of course they’re right. But so are
SARS carriers, lepers and people carrying
burning smudge pots.
There has been a tectonic shift in the public
attitude toward smoking in our lifetime. Non-
smokers just don’t want smokers around them
anymore. Not in restaurants, not on the buses
and not in the workplace. .
Smoking is the newest taboo and smokers
are our latest pariahs.
This change is huge. I grew up in a world
where smokers (myself included) indulged
pretty well any damned place we pleased. At
work, I had a drawerful of pipes and an ashtray
on my desk. When I flew Air Canada I asked
for a seat in Rows 16 to 18 because I knew I
Eves appears to be back in race
A week is a long time in politics, the
saying goes, and the reawakening of
Ernie Eves is proof of it.
The Progressive Conservative premier, after
failing miserably for a year to attract support
for an election, is suddenly touching buttons
and having luck with timing that could win
votes.
Eves turned off many electors, after he took
over the premiership from Mike Harris, by
such acts as saying he would sell the
province’s hydro transmission network but
changing his mind, subsidizing hydro rates to
keep them low and discouraged building new
generators, and unveiling his budget in an
auto-parts plant to dodge opposition parties’
questions. The kindest thing said about him
was he was a ditherer.
But Eves has now made promises that will
appeal to many voters and one does not have to
like them to recognize this.
One to ban strikes and lockouts in teacher
school board disputes, which earlier Tory
premiers shied from, will attract many who
always have felt teachers are paid too much for
working too few hours.
Eves has accused teachers’ unions of being
more militant than teachers’ rank-and-file,
which will spur the many who dislike unions
to get enthusiastic about him.
Eves attacked at an opportune time, because
a dispute between a Catholic board in Toronto
and its teachers quickly left 69,000 students
without classes, which some will see as proof
a ban is needed.
Eves also has attacked unions as a whole. He
promised a workers’ bill of rights forcing
unions to obtain approval of all their members,
not just those who turn up at a meeting, before
striking or spending on political
advertisements, which will delight his business
supporters as they shell out their companies’
cash for Tory ads without even consulting their
shareholders.
The Tories traditionally are strong among
Arthur
Black
could fire up as soon as the seatbelt sign went
off.
We smoked in theatre lobbies, in taxis and
elevators - in doctor’s waiting rooms, for
crying out loud.
I remember, maybe 15 years ago, being in
a three-hour meeting with a dozen or so
people, at the end of which a red-eyed non-
smoker asked if, next time, we who indulged
could curb our habit for the duration of the
meeting.
She was almost booed. What - give up
smoking? Was she nuts? Some kinda crank?
Today (where I live at least) nobody smokes
in restaurants or bars. And you can spot office
buildings by the disconsolate clots and clumps
of nicotine addicts clustered around the
entrances, hunched over their Rothmans and
Viscount 100s, smoking and shivering.
Even those fume-laced oases are beginning
to disappear. The last time I was in Toronto I
passed a federal government building with a
big sign on the door:
ABSOLUTELY NO SMOKING WITH 9
METRES OF THIS ENTRANCE.
The anti-smoking campaign is relentless.
Last month, the city of New York - NEW
Eric
Dowd
From
Queen’s Park
older residents and to keep them Eves has
promised over-65s a rebate that will eliminate
the provincial part of their property tax and
save them an average $475 per household a
year.
Seniors are public-spirited and willing to
pay their share of taxes, but many need money
and will find this lure hard to turn down.
Eves also promises to allow homeowners to
deduct part of the interest they pay on
mortgages from their taxable income and
eventually save up to $500 a year, a benefit for
only those who can afford to buy homes.
Eves has promised to get even tougher on
crime and particularly protect children and
Public Safety Minister Bob Runciman, as
much of a hawk as any police officer, says he
is looking at chemical castration to deal with
serial sex offenders.
Getting tougher will be supported by many
particularly because around the same time a
10-year-old girl, Holly Jones, was kidnapped
and murdered in Toronto.
Eves also has raised, far more than Harris
did, concerns about immigrants. He would
refuse refugee claimants help from the
province’s legal aid plan even to defend
themselves against criminal charges, although
Final Thought
Lots of folks confuse bad management with
destiny.
- Kin Hubbard
YORK! - announced a ban on smoking in
public gathering places.
And in California there are places where
you’re not even allowed to smoke OUT of
doors.
Is this a good thing?
Well, yes and no. It’s helpful that we’ve
gotten over the idea that smokers have the right
to pollute everybody else’s air space. But
you’ve got to get just a teensy bit nervous
when governments start issuing behavioural
bans and lifestyle decrees.
Not that die-hard smokers are butting out or
anything - far from it. Type ‘smokers rights’
into an internet search engine and you’ll find
more than a quarter of a MILLION websites
devoted to preserving the privilege of smokers
to get up your nose, as it were.
New Yorkers haven’t said Uncle, either.
Sure, you can’t legally smoke in Gotham bars
anymore - but you can still sidle up to the brass
rail at the Trump World Tower’s World Bar and
order yourself the latest New York cocktail -
the Smokeless Manhattan.
It’s a blend of Laphroaig Single Malt scotch
and Churchill’s Tawny Port, cut with three
dashes of orange bitters and a twist of orange
peel.
A bartender at the World Bar says, “The
smooth libation tastes more like a fine Naduro
cigar than a Marlboro or a Parliament”.
Well, maybe. But it puts me more in mind of
something Roseanne Barr once said:
“I quit smoking. I feel better, I smell better
and it’s safer to drink from old beer cans
around the house.”
this would mean some innocent people would
lack proper representation.
Eves would also require some immigrants
with skills to sign agreements to live in
communities that need them for a minimum
period, rather than automatically flock to
Toronto. Such distinctions will appeal to many,
including those who feel visible-minority
immigrants are not as good as themselves.
Tories now are starting to boast Eves is
“decisive,” a claim they would not have dared
make a few days earlier.
Many voters will ask whether Eves can
afford his new policies or be relied on to carry
them out, because he has changed his mind
before.
Some will feel they are too right-wing, or
selfish, or so different from his past views,
when he supported allowing teachers to strike
and spoke cordially to unions, that he has
dreamed them up for no other purpose than to
win an election.
It would be foolhardy to predict Eves will
win an election on them, but he is back in the
race.
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The short of it
Sometimes it works
It was a morning more than 20 years ago. 1
awoke at dawn. It was not that I couldn’t
sleep, but not exactly that 1 could either.
My brain was abuzz, not nervous or edgy, but
alive, alert and keen to get on with the day.
The day was less enthusiastic. The sun
struggled for dominance over a persistent
cloud cover. While in my heart and mind there
were flowers and music, outside it was grey
and broody.
None of this mattered however. A bustling
breakfast enjoyed, a house full of happiness,
and a little craziness, then a hectic schedule of
details and finishing touches. Thanks to my
early rising, hours loomed before us. Yet,
while time normally marches on with an
assured steadiness, it moved this time on feet
so swift there was barely time to catch our
breath, let alone think of the weather.
It was my wedding day. May of 1980. Not
too hot, not too cold. The rain pretty much co
operated with just some excited drops
showering our new status as we left the
church. The sun, it would seem doesn’t always
shine on a happy bride.
This special day in my life, which ultimately
brought me to so many other special days, has
been revisited a bit lately thanks to a spate of
ads for buck and does, community showers
and upcoming weddings. It has been a
bittersweet exercise. Thinking back to that day
is nostalgic, but the memories are still so vivid
it’s hard to imagine over two decades have
passed.
Yet, that many of the newlyweds-in-waiting
are people I have known most of their lives,
since they are peers of my children, only
makes me even more aware that 23 years has
indeed gone by with remarkable speed.
In that course of time I have come to view
marriage somewhat differently than the young
woman who spoke her vows way back then.
Less idealistic, more practical, I approach the
ceremony with cautious optimism Statistics
have shown that half of those married will
divorce. People live longer and our
development as individuals often means the
person we choose early on, may not always be
the perfect mate for us as years pass.
And certainly no one should stay in a
situation that makes them unhappy.
But then there is the other half. The ones
who won’t give up too easily, who love and
occasionally fight, who compromise, who
struggle, who survive for no other reason
perhaps than they really did mean it when they
chose this person as the only one with whom
they want to share a life.
It is a romantic notion, which despite a level
of cynicism, I cling to. Despite society’s trend.
I’m not ashamed to say I believe in soulmates.
What a couple shares may not meet with
others’ expectations, but if it works for them
it’s magic.
This past weekend, we attended a family
wedding. This couple was, while much
younger than us, still quite a bit older than the
majority taking the plunge of late. Yet, there
were no fewer stars in their eyes. They are
hopeful. They believe when they said “until
death do us part” that they meant it.
While some may argue against monogamy,
against being faithful, there are those for
whom the commitment of marriage still has
value. Though it won’t always be flowers and
music, if you look hard enough they’re
probably still there.