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10 -- PORT PERRY STAR <= Wednesday, August 9, 1989 Letters io ihe eaitor Alternative is ataxpayers revolt (From page 7) Chairman. This year add to that $230,400 for busing French Im- mersion. A service parents said they would perform themselves to get the wedge in. Ontario's Ministry of Citizen- ship says, in Durham Region on- ly, .35 to 2.5 per cent use French as their first language, while top 5 other languages are Italian, German, Chinese, Polish and Por- tuguese. School taxes take about 53 percent of our entire property tax bill. The Province, while pro- mising in the election to increase funding to 60 per cent, has cut it to 43 per cent from 54 per cent leaving the local taxpayers to pick up the bill. When corporate taxes go to the Catholic schools it could cost public school supporters about $3 million a year, on your property tax bill. Federal cuts in transfer payments will cost Ontario $809 million over the next four years. Transfers help cover cost of health care and post secondary education. Ontario of all the pro- vinces loses the most. Federal and Provincial gov'ts are well trained in giving the car- rot to their schemes to get them implimented, then later withdrawing funding. Leaving the local taxpayer stuck with the bill. What this country needs is a vote on legislation like Califor- nia's Bill 13, where taxpayers can cut wasteful spending and reduce civil servants. It worked wonders in California. The alternative is a taxpayers revolt. Taxpayers must become warriors in the assault on wasteful spending. Speak out and write your M.P. or M.P.P. and municipal representatives at all Hayride at Heber Down Hayride enthusiasts! Come one and all to a new tradition of hayride excitement. Tickets are only $1.50 each and you get a great view of the Heber Down Conservation Area. This event will start at 7:00 p.m. Wednesday, August 9, 1989. The Heber Down Conservation Area is located in Whitby. To get there, from Highway 12, take Regional Road 4 (Taunton Road) 1 km west to Country Lane Road, and then north to the end. Watch for the entrance sign. Hayrides will start just north of the picnic area parking lot. Now Open -- New Location THAPAR DENTURE THERAPY CLINIC ~ 2 Brock St. E., UXBRIDGE (above IDA Drug Store) 214 Dundas St. E., WHITBY, Ontario 852-5291 668-7797 -- BY APPOINTMENT ONLY -- levels. Let them know how you feel. No stamp needed to write your M.P. in Ottawa. Remind them that George 3rd lost the col- onies (U.S.A.) by an unjust tax on tea. The Boston tea party could happen again. Sincerely, Dean J. Kelly, President Association of Dedicated Canadians Box 1000, Port Perry Ont. LOB 1NO P.S. Congratulations to Publisher Peter Hvidsten and Editor John McClelland for their support for Citizens Against Un- justified Taxes. P.P.S. Mayor Howard Hall told me "if you think taxes are high this year just wait till you see them next year'. Frenchis nota "frill" (From page 7) ensure their child a space in the programme. Port Perry has not come to that yet; maybe in the future. I, for one, do not consider French Immersion a "frill" and believe as research has borne out that "the bilingual child is the enriched child, the fortunate child, and it may not be very long before the answer most often heard to the question "Why bil- ingualism?"' is "Why not?" Susan Scholfield 86 Chester Cres. Port Perry PUB. NOTE: I didn't suggest . "French Immersion' is not a worthwhile program, but it's one of many that eat up a lot of tax dollars. 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I stand out on the deck with the swarming mosquitos, or pouring rain or begging dogs, slowing turning myself into smoked meat while the wife and 8 guests chat, laugh and have a merry old time inside. I find every excuse to get back in to join the party, but someone always yells "Fire!" and they all look at me like I'm a leper, so I feel oblig- § ed to go out again to see if anything on the grill still looks edible. : The odds aren't good, considering foot-high flames and fire : extinguisher residue. Also, I'm a horrible chef. But I approach ¢ it professionally. I have all the tools, the books, the apron, hat § and mitts. And I've taken courses. Even one given by the fire § department. x : My theory is that the essence of barbecuing harkens back & .§& tocave men squatting around a fire pit. There's a certain macho § § spirit in the hunt, the chase, the kill and the feast. Who cares if the meat is dirty, bloody, hairy or all hacked up - that's what £ burning is for. Cave women must have stuck to roots and ber- # | ries, because their contemporaries prefer salad and fruit tomy £ burnt offerings. £2 i It's crowded around the barbecue. The dogs are always ly- & | ing right where I need to stand. Then there's the loose shelf hand- & = ing off each end, plus the table and deck railing I use for my ar- & © ray of tools, condiments, spices, sauces, dishes and emergency § ¢ supplies. With a drink in one hand, I use the other to wield an § i oversize spatula to swat flies and flip meat. 5 : I never remember to clean the grills, but that's fine because & the crusty build-up narrows the spaces through which pieces & usually fall to burn faster than the rest. I'm always mining & § around in the coals for some lost morsel. 5 And that's more difficult now that smoking's all the rage - & mesquite chips or hickory chips scattered on top of the coals - § each with its own delicate aroma. I prefer pressboard chips from § the old outhouse; they are free and there's so much smoke I can't § smell anything anyways. For some reason the smoke always blows in my face. My automatic starter has never worked properly, especial- | ly when I run out of propane. Condensation is supposed to show the level in the tank, but I've poured a whole bucket of cold water 2 over it and I can never predict when it will be empty. So I | barbecue fast. On high. Standing in my puddle of water. _ The cave men were more comfortable. My lid won't stay up and gets stuck when it's down. The han- dle comes off in my hand. One side is cool, the other is Hades. If I flip my spatula too hard, the meat disappears down a gap- §& ing maw or over the deck rail into the sand. If I do squish a fly § #@ with it, I either have to wipe it off on pant leg or meat and I prefer ¢ _ clean clothes. If I do cook without flare-ups for 10 or 15 minutes, then I'll slip inside for 30 seconds to get a refill and return to the tower- § ing inferno. Out comes my trusty spray bottle to drench the § flames with water and send great billowing smoke signals to whatever tribes may be in the area. Everyone is so surprised : that my barbecuing always tastes steamed. The wife wants me to barbecue all the time. I don't know why - she never eats meat. But I oblige, even in the dead of § winter, when the barbecue is set up in the boat house with all doors open. I can't quite picture those cave men huddled in the § dark cooking in sub zero temperatures. I bet they settled for roots § and berries. And they didn't have lifejackets that smelled like § teriyaki sauce the next summer. Barbecuing in the rain is the most trying. That's because I'm trying to hold my drink, spatula and umbrella simultaneous- ly. And the rain never starts until after I get everything on the grill. Then I'll hear the wife from the kitchen: 'Honey, it's rain- ing out!" She lets the dogs in and I stand there dripping wet with soggy meat. The best part of barbecuing is that I can hide all my mistakes. Cheap cut? Burn it. Too much sand? Burn it. Fly rem- nants? Burn it. By careful manipulation of the three degrees of burning, I can make everything look and taste the same. Smother it in garlic sauce, or tabasco or teriyaki or sweet and sour - or if it's a lost cause, all of them - and the guests will either not notice or not eat. Those who order theirs rare were a problem until I realized that a dog can lick meat just as clean as a flame. When the meat's black enough that I know it's done, it's time for the grand entrance. I flip it onto a platter and pick up the pieces on the ground. Then I yell: "Ready!" and march to the dining room table where there is already so much other food that I have to clear space. The wife always makes so much I don't know why I bother barbecuing. Then Jike my cave man ancestors I sit down to my own wild feast. unt, the chase, the kill, the .....The wife interupts my reve Honey, when are you going to barbecue something other than hot dogs?" As soon as'I remember the steaks.