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‘ OTHER ENTERTAINMENT INCLUDES @ Stomp your feet to the great fiddle sounds of the olden Sllppers from Port Perry, Ontario. Rpfi‘ Ist, 2nd 3rd Affordable Fun For All Ages * The Salvation Army ‘Metro Toronto Reservist Band‘ * * ‘Mr Velvet‘ Tommy Lovegrove * Tai Chi Demonstration (Tues.) * Mississauga Harmony Express Barbarshop Chorus _ * 18 Pool Tables 4 coin, 12 4x8, 2 Snooker 1 Air Hockey, 4 Fooze Ball * Big Screen Satellite Dish T.V. * Private Room Poker or Bridge Table * Top Notch Video Pinball Games * Great Munchies at our Snack Bar till 3 a.m.! Looking for a fun place to hold your next party? We offer friendly, fast service at great prices. Ask about our Pool Tournements â€" Cash Prizes! Mon: Singles Pool Tues: Pub Night _ Thurs: Team Table Soccer Sat: 9 Ball The Enfertainer Free Draw for Fantastic Prizes Live Radio broadcast with CFRB‘s Monika Disantos Lots of interesting exhibits A Crafts Funâ€"Filled Entertainment "Bubbie" from "The Bubbie Break" cCOME JOIN THE FUN ! * Walk ‘n Wheel Club (Wed.) * Line Dancing (Wed.) * Red Cross Fitness Class (Thurs.) Square One Shopping Centre in Mississauga Harvesting grapes near the Rhein The sun has finally replaced the rain of the last two weeks, and everybody is harvesting grapes. Here in the Pfalz Region â€" the Palatinate as we call it â€" the quality is pretty good and the harvest is plentiful, yet only 100 kilometres to the south, the rain has caused much rot among the fruit and some vintâ€" ners may be down to half their averâ€" age yield. I am out there right now in the vineyards of Rainer and Gunter Kessler of Landau, helping to setâ€"up the traditional lunch between the rows of grapes. It is not my experiâ€" ence that got me out of picking, but rather my past encounters with this hard and backâ€"breaking task. If there is a way of my getting out of picking, I surely can find it. SsOMEWHERE NEAR THE RHEIN . . . Once again, the Rhein is running high; perhaps not floodâ€" ing vineyards as in past years, but high enough that most trees along the shore are under water. There are family members cutâ€" ting grapes, relatives who probably show up only once every year at about this time, and there are a few ‘regulars‘ who come each year to earn a few Deutsch marks, just like the General from Iran. I met him first over lunch at the vineyard. Drinking wine from last year‘s harvest, I am pressed to select from all the great sausages and meats that lay before me among the freshly baked rye bread and fresh cheeses that were as soft as warm butter and mixed with herbs. So I decided that I would try all of it. Grandma was there, so were the youngsters who helped out during their lunch break from school. I tell you, it is hell. There are at least six ladies out here who make sure that this Canadian does not get hungry, while answering questions about our own wine industry in Canada. And there was this rather quiet man, in his late 50s, perhaps, who spoke Pictured here is Dr. Deborah Smith of The Ontario Vein Clinic and Hester, the director of the Fareshare Food Bank of Oakville. Dr. Deborah Smith recently hosted a food drive in the clinic wt they were asking patients and the public to drop by nonâ€"perish: food items. Approximately 250 pounds of food was collected and sented to Ken Hester before the past Thanksgiving. The Ontario Vein Clinic is located at 410 North Service Road | (behind the Holiday Inn) â€" 849â€"1835. whose main task was to make sure that my glass would never be empty. As it turns out, he is Iranian, a General in the past army of the Shaw and a political refugee who carries his name on a death list with him all the time. What a change in his life, I thought, from the high position of a General to a grape picker in Germany. Would he trade, I asked. Of course not, was his reply, "I would much rather pick grapes here along the Rhein than be back in Iran anytime." But how can you work in the vineyards and make wine as a Muslim, I stupidly asked him. He sadly shook his head and explained that this was a myth, and that back home in his native Iran, just about everybody had some alcohol at home. Well, I promised that I would not mention his name, as he poured me yet another glass of white wine, and I sampled yet another sausage that mysteriously appeared on my plate. I am not sure if grandma across from me had anything to do with it, but I am a little suspicious; she keeps grinning at me. For the past week, I have been wining and dining all over the wine regions of Germany, but not even the fiveâ€"star restaurants, which I had visited, had this much class and friendliness about them as I found among the grape pickers of the Pfalz. The sun is out now, and I figure during the first few days of autumn, there is no better time to take a little nap. Perhaps, they would not even miss me and go back to picking grapes without me.