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one A Solan ll A] Lan fin ait dm nt i a ; gd TRE SIN 5%. ii ri - ar Sir: I believe I have dis- covered one reason why some local people choose not to shop in Port Perry but drive to Oshawa in... .4. It: could be because, like me, they have learned from experience that they have a far better chance of becoming a satisfied customer in Oshawa than in Port Perry. Until today I was in total agreement with the slogan "shop locally' and, like others I have spoken to, felt a responsibility to do' so since many local citizens earn their living by working in or owning shops in Port Perry. However, the problem with that theory is that at least one local mer- chant does not seem to want to stand behind the merchandise he sells, nor does he abide by the principles that "the customer is always right' or "a. happy customer is a satisfied \ Er - An unhappy local customer customer,' etc. etc. Because of the poor treatment and puzzling ajtitudes I encountered en | attempted to exchange a $12.95 item and a $1.29 item, I feel quite discouraged at the prospect of shopping in that store again. Neither do I feel a responsibility to "shop locally' any longer. PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, jan. 7, 1985 -- 5 <4 I ask this merchant and his staff -- is it really worth losing a customer over $14.24? 1 don't ththk so but, apparently, this particu- - lar store would rather save $14.24 than save a customer -- an attitude 1 find to be quite confus- Ing, Shaaron Rensink R.R.2, Port Perry. » Author zed 3 Ye 00d (133s Mat by thE Post OMce port perry star Company Limited J 8 MCCLELLAND J PETER HVIDSTEN Conor Publisher Advertising Manager Member Of the Canadan Community Newspaper Assocation #13 The Ontano Community Newspaper Associaton Published every Tuesday Dy the Port Perry Star Co (ta Port Petry Ontareo Department Mlawa and fOr (ash payment of POstage "Cash Sex ond Clays Ma | Registration Number 026% Subscription Rate In Canada $15 00 per year Elsewhere 345 00 per year Single Copy 3%: y BE SIRI Es LA SE a Ge Sr) bi ET a fo This photo of the old Sebert House, which was located at the northwest - corner of Queen and Water Street in Port Perry was taken in 1912. THe hotel was then owned by Jas. McKee. As can be seen in front of the building, over ". 20 motorcycles were in town at this time. If anyone knows what the occasion 5 a A » ¥ Yayo Ye oo 3 v ; a il. ) ED LAR, J - 7% Ewmi 1 2 See bl Rpt sow 7 SRR A y be SRB Saeed -~ 2. h Ad f 3 g $a " ). Bh, SR } } } rR Sr | Tools: 8. PAL AF A FCT UR might have been let us know at the Star - 985-7383, The building was torn down afew years ago, and the new Canadian imperial Bank of Commerce was built - on the site. Photo was loaned to the Star by Mr. Bill Carnegie. bill smiley \ ~ WHO'S FOR LASTEMBER? | January is a trying time. For one thing, it's so dang sudden. There you are, tottering along a day at a time, thinking you must get the snow tires and storms on one of these Saturdays, and throw some firewood into the cellar, and get some boots and replace the gloves you lost last March. And then -- bang! -- you look out one morning and there's January, in all it's unglory: a bitter east wind driving snow, and a cold chill settles in the very bones of your soul. Winter wind as sharp as a witch's tooth, sneaks in around uncaulked doors and windows. There's a terri- ble draught from under the basement door. You in- vestigate and find the basement windows has been blown in and smashed on the woodpile. You clamber up over the wood, knocking pieces off shins and knuckles, and jam some cardboard in the gap. Creep cautiously outside, and nearly bust your bum. There's ice under that thar snow. Make it into the garage, and find that your car doors are all frozen solid shut. Beat them with your bare fists until the latter are bleeding and your car is full of dents. Finally get them open with a bucket of hot water and a barrel of hotter language. : ; oo Slither and grease your way to work, arriving in a foul mood and with bare hands crippled into claws, -bootless feet cold as a witch's other appendage. Come out of work to go home and find a half-inch of frozen rain and snow covering your car, and no sign of your scraper, and another deep dent where some idiot slid into your car door on the parking lot. I could go on and on, but it's only rubbing salt into the wounds of the average Canadian. Get home from work and find that the furnace is on the blink, and the repairman is tied up for the next two days. Surely, there is some way arognd this suddeness of January. Is there not some far-seeing politician (if that is not a contradiction in terms), who would introduce a bill to provide for an extra month between, let's say, November 25 and December 5? | I wouldn't care what he called it. It could be* Lastember, referring to your fast-dying hope that there wouldn't be a winter this year. Or Last Call, or Final Warning, or She's Acomin! Anything that gave us a good jolt. It would be a good thing for merchants. They could have special Lastember sales of gloves and boots and snow tires and ear muffs and caulking guns and weather stripping and antifreeze and nose warmers. It would be great for the Post Office, which could start warning us in June that all Christmas mail must be posted by the first day of Lastember, if we wanted it delivered before the following June. It would make a nice talking point for all those deserters and traitors and rich peaple who go south every year. Instead of smirking 'Oh, we're not going south until Boxing Day. Hate to miss an old-fashioned Canadian Christmas," they could really shove it to us by learing, 'Yes, we thought we'd wait this year until the last day of Lastember, you know. Avoid the pushing and vulgarity of the holiday rush." If nothing else, it would give us a break from the massive nauseating volume of pre-Christmas advgrtis- ing, which begins toward the end of October and con- tinues, remorselessly, right into Christmas Day. Best of all, perhaps it would give dummies like me a chance to avoid looking like such a dummy. Pro- L) crastinators, who flourish during a sunny November, would have no more excuses. All their wives would have to do is point to the calendar and say: 'Do you realize it's only three days until Lastember?" Isn't it time you did your Lastember chores?' Infact, if that Bearless politician who is going to in- troduce the Lastember Bill in the house wants some ad- vice, here is codicil for him. Somewhere in the Bill .should be the warning, in bold type: "Procrastinators will be Prosecuted!" Jeez, why not? They prosécute you for everything else! If such a month were added to the calendar ---- | maybe we could start it with Grey Cup Day. ---- people like me wouldn't go on thinking that Christmas is weeks away. \ 7 Instead, on the last day of Lastember, with all their winter thores in hand, they'd know that Christmas was practically on top of them, like a big, old horse blanket, and they'd leap into the proper spirit, lining up a Christmas tree, laying in their booze, tuning up their pipes for the carols. | As it is now, we know that Christmas is like a mirage. It's way off their someplace, and no need to panic. Then, with that startling Suddeness, it's December 22, all the Christmas trees have been bought, the only remaining turkeys look like vultures, and the liquor store is bedlam. Who's for a Lastember? - Se Is wilicorng [N° v p. " ¢c3%% -~