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Asking for trouble
Drunk drivers will lose their licences for at least one year and first
,time offenders could face jail sentences in a provincial government
assault on drinking and driving.
And in announcing the crackdown, Attorney -General Ian Scott said the
Crown should push for jail sentences in cases where an individual is
acting entirely wilfully. That means anyone going to a party or
somewhere they know liquor will be served, with the intention of taking a
drink and then driving home, are asking for trouble. And with the advent
of the Christmas season of cheer, a majority of the population may be
affected.
In keeping with the crackdown the Highway Traffic Act will be
amended in order to establish automatic one-year suspensions for first
convictions and two -years for second convictions.'These suspensions are
. approximately four times longer than the ones currently enforced by the
law.
And while the threat of increased fine levels and incarceration may
seem extreme the crackdown comes as a relief to many who have been
battling against the all too common, drinking and driving.
In the past people have thought nothing of hopping into a car and
driving away despite being in an inebriated state. And the end results
have been horrific. Accidents have skyrocketed and innocent lives have
been lost.
What this new legislation will do is ensure people learn from their
mistakes. It will ensure that people learn a bit about responsibility. The
old slap -on -the -wrist ideology is fast becoming extinct and it's about
time.
What Ontario is finally doing is offerring a deterrent to drinking and
driving. In the past there has been no reason not to drink and drive.
For the first time offenders incarceration might possibly be a harsh
punishment, but drinking and driving is a reality that has to be reckoned
with. The human carnage that often results from it has to be brought Into
control,
What the province is essentially trying to do is reteach such principles
(Continued on page A3)
Striking out
OPINION
Education boards and teacher's federations with contract talks in
progress or pending, should take a long hard look at the situation in
Wellington County before making plans to dine at each other's expense
at the bargaining table. The natural tendency of both sides to want to
come away from the table with a full plate, has already led to a sad state
of affairs that could leave lasting repercussions.
Strikes by teachers, as proven in Wellington and also in neighboring
Grey County, are no-win situations that seem to attract the most inept
forms of mismanagement by everyone involved. Everyone who has
touched the Wellington strike in particular, has only worsened the
situation.
The latest example of ineptitude in this debacle can be credited to the
provincial mediator for this strike. The mediator's approach to a
sensitive issue was to attempt to pound it into shape with a hard line
approach, His decision to put a "take it or leave it," contract proposal
before the warring factions might have been applauded, had it worked.
However, since both groups decided on the "leave it" option, this
approach only served to close completely. negotiations that were already
faltering.
The Ministry of Education meanwhile, sits as usual on the fence on
non-interference, refusing to become involved in the strike until it can
come to the conclusion that students are in danger of losing their school
year. If the students are not now, nine weeks into the strike, in jeopardy
of losing the year -- when will they be? Perhaps by spring break the
ministry will see fit to interceed on behalf of the students, who have
become the forgotten pawns in this game of educational chess.
it should be pointed out, that nine weeks equals approximately
One-fifth of a school year. If students who learn one-fifth less that they
normally would are not disadvantaged for future educational
opportunities, who is? The ministry is acting the fool in this tragedy.
What meanwhile, is it all for? Namely so rural teachers can have their
egos soothed, with ridiculous dreams of wage parity with big city
educators. In asking for parity with Toronto teachers, local teachers are
ignoring one not -so -unpleasant fact of rural life. The cost of living is
cheaper, much cheaper. Rural teachers can buy a home for less that half
the cost of a house in an urban centre. Therefore, they can hardly
complain about making a few dollars less.
industry, when deciding where to locate new plants, must take into
account the lower cost of labor in rural areas. Should government -run
schools not enjoy that same shopping privilege.. Being one of the
highest-paid groups in the rural work force, teachers arguments for
larger salaries hold little water with the people they are paid to work for,
the rural taxpayers.
Seaforth Town Council recently endorsed a resolution from the Town of
Durham, which could if adopted, prevent situations such as the one in
Wellington from recurring across the province. The resolution calls for
teaching to be classified as an essential service, and as such exempt from
the right to strike, Teachers, by the abuse of the powers of organized
labor, have proven themselves unworthy of strike privileges.
It is time the government learned, not only from this latest example,
but from the recent college teachers strikes, that the right of students to
an education, must over -ride the rights of an already privileged group to
withhold their services to back greedy demands.
Teachers should bear in mind that they might never have attained their
teaching certificates in the first place, if those who once taught them had
been on the picket line, instead of in the classroom. — P.R.
Frozen beauty
by Heather Mcllwraith
A.M. radio not improving
So, you had hoped and maybe even prayed
that A,M. radio would have improved itself
with the arrival of the new kids on the block.
The video Joneses so to speak.
O000, wrong. Radio, sadly, has graduated
from the raw, rugged, rip roaring rock of the
60s and 70s into a cacophonic, pallid,
dress -me -up mess of puerility.
It's dominated by thin waisted, self
indulgent, chirping, androgynous advertise-
ments for anorexia nervosa who roar up and
down the pop schlock charts in a battle of
depressing mediocrity. (Sans Boy George on
the thin part).
Elvis started the whole thing during the
1950s. He must be doing figure eights in his
grave right now. Along came the turbulent
60s and we listened to the Beatles, Rolling
Stones, Jimi Hendrix, The Byrds and Janis
Joplin, to name just a few. With the glitter of
the 1970s, the music world offered us Led
Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Queen, Foghat, The
Who, Supertramp, Golden Earring, Lynyrd
Skynyrd and much more.
Radio of the present decade had rammed
Prince, Duran Duran, Culture Club, Michael
Jackson, Wham, Motley Crue and Lionel
Richie down our throats in a relentless
struggle for the copious teeny hopper market.
Video, despite its powerful influence on the
CORNUCOPIA.
by David Broome
fashion industry, is far from perfect. It seems
the dress code and dance steps have become
more important than the music itself. Also,
since everything is presented in a visual form
you don't have to use your imagination
anymore...
It astounds me that an overweight,
musically dismal, androgynous citizen of
Albion can sell a zillion copies of unrepentant
drivel when so much better talent goes
unnoticed.
The male-female look isn't new. Both Mick
Jagger and David Bowie did it years ago and
the big difference here is that both gents are
light years more skilled than the pretender -
clones of today.
Many of the gifted bands failed commer-
cially because they didn't wear dresses,
makeup and drug us with a hoard of sappy I
love songs. The evidence is in - if you have a
quirky gimie end an extensive publicity
The alarm clock
There are morning people and non -morn-
ing people. I am definitely a non -morning
person. Morning people never have to set
their alarm clocks. They are up and out of bed
at the crack of dawn just to see the sun come
up. They are the first to get the morning
paper and coffee in the local coffee shop. On
the other hand the non -morning person sets
alarm clocks all over the room, uses the
snooze button la million times), and needs
wake up calls from friends and neighbors.
I love to sleep in. i admit it. Why then do i
feel so guilty whenever I indulge in a long,
lazy, lie in bed? Why does it have to he
pouring or blizzarding to justify sleeping in?
However, I know I am not alone in feeling
guilty nor am !alone in feeling inferior to the
early riser. How many, times have you groped
for the phone beside the bed only to croack,
"Oh no, I've been up for hours." When you
finally do get your eyes to focus on the digital
dock you realize it's only 7:02! Come on now,
admit it. if you have to get out of bed and run
to the phone (I hobble in the morning) your
answer is. "In bed'? No I was just hanging out
the laundry." This is a particularly good
answer because the early riser knows you
must have been up for ages just to get the
wash done in the first place. Or when caught
answering the door in your housecoat you
were " just going to take a shower." We could
say these little white lies are merely to put the
caller at ease and be polite. We know better
though, don't we? We don't want the early
riser to know our weakness.
Yes. although millions might dispute it,
our society considers sleeping in a definite
weakness. The result is many non -morning
people go through life feeling guilty and
inferior just because they prefer a few extra
hours in cozy comfort. Being in a different
time zone should not rgpke us feel guilty or
machine behind you, the musak sells despite
any talent of lack of it.
Jonathan Gross writes a column for
Starweek magazine and during one of his
ramblings a couple of weeks ago he called the
band Supertramp a group of dinosaurs. W hat •
Mr. Gross and his ilk fail to admit is these
"dinosaurs" and their peers would demolish
everyone of today's pot and pan bangers in a
talent contest.
Many in the know will suggest Led
Zeppelins Stairway to Heaven is rockdoms
definitive masterpiece. Today W ham chal-
lenges with Wake me up when you Go Go and
Kool and the Gang whines out Cherish. I'll
take the dinosaurs and the meat and taties
sound any day.
There are gems among the zircons but you
won't find many on A.M. radio.
As for the others, musically they all dress
nice, but I wish they would all beat it.
blues
HERE'S THE BEEF
by. Carolanne Doig
inferior, but our society has long admired the
early riser. Since our youngest days we have
had it drilled into our brain that the early bird
Bets the worm, and early to bed early to rise
makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. In
our society we tend to hold people in higher
esteem when we learn they are morning
people. The housewife who does her ironing
at two in the morning is considered a bit
loony, while the neighbor who does the same
chore at 6 a.m. is a "darned hard worker."
The commuter who arrives at the office hours
earlier than necessary is admired as a
dedicated employee while the worker who
stays late is suspect He must have an
unhappy home life. maybe he's meeting
someone later.
Yet I know many morning people who rise
early and then whittle away the day never
getting anything concrete done. Other early
risers often get everything done in the
morning, fade in the stretch, and need a nap
in the afternoon. I also know many late risers
who manage to get more done in a day than
many do in a week. it's not the same though.
Morning people are considered wholesome.
The image of the farmer, off to do chores as
the morning mist melts in the rising sun, stirs
within us a feeling of down-to-earth good-
ness. The jogger who pounds the pavement
before setting out into the working world is
the picture of health and success.
Not so for night people. Night people
conjure up the antithesis of this very
wholesomeness. The seedy side of life is
often portrayed through the eyes of the
nighthawk There's nothing wholesome
about sitting in an all night diner drinking
coffee unless you're doing research on a
social studies project If you decide to go
jogging at 3 a.m. you're liable to be pursued
by a suspicious policeman wondering what
you're running from. There's really no
justice.
Many non -morning people spend their
entire lives just getting along in a world
designed for dawn patrol Saturday morning
hockey, Sunday morning golf, and Monday to
Friday 6 o'clock subway rides are the order of
their lives They would just love to sleep in
but peer pressure and the negative images
equated with late users forces them to adapt
to the majority's time zone Fortunately there
are many night people who make a positive
contribution to our life style. Many artists.
writers, and musicians have their greatest
moments of creativity late at night Where
would we be without the policeman. security
guard. or factory worker on the graveyard
shift? Non -morning people are a credit to
society, and we needn't feel guilty or inferior
to the early bird. There's plenty of room in
this world for both early birds and night
hawks. Remember the next time a phone call
gets you out of bed in the morning you can
politely answer that you had to get up In
answer the phone anyway
P S f would have written about Mr- last
week but I slept in
Old storms worked best
For years or more, we got along fine with
ordinary storm windows
Oh, i'll admit they caused a certain amount
of domestic hassle, chiefly because they were
put on too late in the fall, or taken off too early
in the spring, according to the old lady.
But she was always in a rush to "get things
done." i get them done, eventually. Never
once did I fail to find someone who would put
them on before Christmas.
And they were kind of ugly And they did
warp. And they did have to be painted. And it
was costing more money every year to get
someone to do the job.
But. ah, what a good feeling I had every fall
when I'd conned some guy with a strong back
to do the job. I wouldn't touch them with a
six-foot pole.
it's a big house, and there were 14 of the
brutes, weighing about 70 pounds each. I
don't mind heights, as long as I'm not
attached to the ground. i've been up to 32,000
feet, all by myself, in a Spitfire, and higher
than than in passenger jets.
But it takes all my nerve to climb a step
ladder and change a bulb in the kitchen, with
out someone holding the ladder.
There was no way i was going to climb 30
feet up a ladder, carrying a 70 pound storm
window, and punch and hammer it into place..
I always had a vision of a wind catching the
storm broadside when i was halfway up, and
taking me off for a hang-gliding trip.
That actually happened to one chap who
was doing the job one fall. A gust caught him
and he sailed off the ladder, landed on his feet
like a cat, still clutching the window, and
nothing was damaged. He just grinned.
That was Jim Fletcher, a young fellow who
was completely unafraid of work. Made his
living at cleaning floors, windows, etc. and
built up a nti;e little business, scrubbing out
banks and stores and such at nights.
You don't see too many merchants or bank
managers in there scrubbing their floors after
they've closed, do you? Might do them good.
SUGAR AND SPICE
by Bill Smiley
Jim used to charge $14 to put on the
storms, which included washing them, and
washing the outside of the regular windows,
storing the screens. It took him a coil -pie of
hours In the spring, he'd take them off, wash
everything again, store them, for $10.
The price went up steadily after he went to
greener pastures, and the quality of the
workmen went steadily downhill. Some of the
young guys I hired took twice as long and
charged twice as much. Sometimes the
windows would stick and they'd leave it with
a one -inch gap around half of it. One bird put
his fist through a storm and bled all over the
place. Another dropped one and glassed half
my front lawn.
Last year. I had a young fellow, newly
started in the cleaning -up of properties,
raking leaves, that sort of thing. I gave him
the job of doing the estate, provided he'd do
the storms.
He looked pretty dubious, but agrees.
Brought his wife around on her day off to hold
the ladder. Well, he got them all, but he was
peagreen and his legs were rubber, when
he'd finished. He swore he'd never do them
again.
By this time it was costing me almost $100 a
year to get the brutes on and off. Not to
mention a great deal of harassment from the
distaff side, and a frantic search for a
putter-onner. Nobody on unemployment
insurance was vaguely interested.
All this, combined with the energy crisis
propaganda, made me cave in, and we had
aluminum storms put on. I could have paid
$100 a year for the next 13 years if I'd stuck
with the old wooden ones.
"But look what you'll save on fuel, you
say. Thai's what they all say Probably 50
bucks a year "it will increase the value of
your house," someone else says Maybe By
a few hundred
But it's not the money that bothers me You
can't take it with you Seems to me you can't
take a house with you either
No. it's not the money. it's the stress.
Those windows have to he washed spring and
fall, and maybe a few times between.
According to the brochure. and the dealer,
there's nothing to it. You just tear off the
wooden inside frame. hoist your inside
window, push this, pull that. and the storm
comes in.
You wash it. Then you get out on the ledge,
hanging on by one hand and one foot. 30 feet
off the ground, and clean the outside After
which, if you get back in, you just zip, whip,
slide, lower your inside window, and hammer
back on your now splintered wooden frame
My wife used to have a girl who would .
come in to help her and they wrestled with
those things. got them stuck. got them in but
not on the rails. and generally found the
whole process like roping a steer.
I don't blame them. l' ye always had an
aluminum door on my back door. and spring
and fall I nearly rupture myself, swear like a
sailor, threaten to smash the thing with an
axe, and take an hour just to slide the screen
up and let the storm down, or vice versa ,r
i was always expecting to come home and
find two women, each clutching an aluminum
window, unconscious on my lawn. Or
hanging by one foot from an upper window,
screaming far help.