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t 16 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, October 2,1985 Section Two Nobody's Going to Buy This Idea Nevertheless, we throw it out in order to cause some thought on the much neglected subject of waste management or, in other words, garbage disposal. The problem with waste disposal (not just nuclear waste but any kind of waste whatsoever) is the so- called NIMBY syndrome. "NIMBY", by the way, stands for Not In My Back Yard. It refers to the fact that although everybody does his part to produce garbage, not one of us wants to live with the consequence. That's why any municipality wishing to establish a new waste disposal site must run a gauntlet of environmental tests, hearings, studies, lawsuits, injunctions, petitions petitions and general protest. Partly because of the controversy surrounding landfill sites, the Durham Region estimates that if it were to build its own waste disposal site, it would have to add an additional additional seven per cent per year to the regional tax levy for the next 20 years. Instead, Durham has opted for the development of a new waste disposal disposal site in partnership with the city of Toronto--a proposal which will still be costly but will be more economical than an independent Durham landfill operation. This leads us to our modest proposal proposal for any municipality which wants to achieve instant prosperity. Forget about finding a platinum mine, oil reserves, or even the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Any municipality seeking instant wealth only needs to do one thing: It must agree to accept the the garbage, trash, refuse, and waste from its neighbours. Think of the money that a township could make by opening its doors to garbage. By providing a non-controversial dumping grounds with all the environmental environmental licences and approvals, approvals, that municipality could guarantee guarantee instant wealth. It could charge enormous fees for the privilege of waste disposal. And chances are that neighbouring municipalities would gladly pay them. The annual mill rate would drop to zero and the township would have all the new arenas, libraries libraries and community centres it could ask for. One might suggest that such a place would be a health hazard. But if such'a site met all the regulations and rules established by provincial ministries, it could still be one of the safest territories in the world. Perhaps, it would be even safer than the household cleaning cupboard cupboard where hazardous chemicals are stored without regard to environmental environmental regulations. Why should a municipality fight tooth and nail agains other towns and cities for factories and commercial commercial complexes? It's only a matter of time before some obscure township corners the market on trash and rides to prosperity prosperity on loads of soggy newspapers and potato peelings. We exaggerate our point somewhat. somewhat. But the fact remains that in the future, wealth may belong not to the oil shieks, but to a municipal councillors that do not mind becoming becoming the nation's garbage barons. barons. Not that we'd suggest our own municipality become vast municipal municipal dump site. Not in our back yard! BALLOT BOX Sixty-six per cent of replies received in last week's survey were in favor of a return to capital punishment. "It's about time there were some teeth in the law," said one reader. "Let's stand behind our police department. (There are) too many bleeding hearts in Ottawa. Let's do something now before people start taking the law into their own hands which would be worse!" Another reply noted that "laws are made to protect the innocent, not the criminal. We as people have to be responsible for our actions. Forgiveness comes after true repentance which includes restitution. No repentance no mercy." A reply from the opposite perspective stated: "To bring back hanging is barbaric. Too many innocent people are sometimes hanged. Statistics still show that it is not a deterrent even in states that re-instated the death penalty." This week's question looks at another issue related to law enforcement. Some have suggested that police chases on the public highways present too great a danger to innocent motorists. On the other hand, many suspects would be able to escape arrest if police were forbidden to pursue them when they fled. What do you think? Are police chases justified on our highways? YES • NO <Ztye (Eatiaùhm Statesman 623-3303 (0Na Durham County's Oieal Family Journal Established 130yearsago In 1854. 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Their mother joined us "for a few days" and stayed two weeks. Their Uncle Hugh has been up from the city at least every other weekend, weekend, often with friends. Trouble is that it's beautiful around here with trees, swimming in fresh water, breathing in clean air, and eating fresh food: sweet corn picked today, green or yellow beans the same, real tomatoes instead of those hard, bitter little pellets from Florida or California, strawberries and raspberries and blackberries just off the vine. I don't blame them. The city can be pretty gruelling in a hot summer. But next summer I'm going to lock up the big brick house with the jungle in back and the massive oak in front, and take a motel room, with one bed, no swimming pool. First two weeks with the boys were fine. Made their sandwiches every night, popped them in the freezer (the sandwiches, not the boys). Drove them away from the television at 11 p.m. (they have, at home a tiny black and white with two channels). Turfed them out of a sleep like the dead at 7 a.m. Supervised Supervised breakfast (kids can drink a barrel of orange juice in a week). Checked to see they had sandwiches, an apple or banana or pear , wrapped their bottle of pop in their towels, made sure they had their swim suits, and booted them out the door in the general direction of summer camp. Tried to keep them in clean clothes, no easy feat. Speaking of feet, they have the happy faculty of playing football or baseball or basketball in the back yard in their bare feet, just after the lawn sprinkler has been on for two hours, then rushing inside, across the rug and going for a pee, then rushing back across it to resume activities. It didn't seem to bother the boys, but it played hell with the rug. I don't think I can get it cleaned. Might as well throw it out. Their Gran would have killed them. On the spot. But there are so many spots now, it doesn't seem worth it. Dinner was fairly simple. I didn't fuss around like Gran, getting a wholesome meal, with chicken thighs, taties, salad and dessert. Small boys love hamburgers and chips. Needless to say, we dined out quite often. Thanks to Ben, the younger of the two, the back lawn looks as though several goats had been grazing on it, and, after eating all the grass, had started eating dirt. Ben, to the amusement of my neighbors, can play any game without without equipment, or opponents. Baseball: Baseball: he can take a called strike, scowl at the umpire, foul one into the stands, then hit a double and stretch it into a triple, sliding into third base. He can dribble a basketball, flip it to a team-mate, get it back and drop an easy basket, walking away, dusting his hands. He's eight, and at seven decided his given name, Balind, was not for him, so re-named himself Ben. Quite a kid. Lives in his own world. And pretends to be deaf when you try to call him out of it. As soon as their mother arrived, of course, the boys went ape. Every grandparent knows about this. Don't ask me why. I'm not a child psychologist. psychologist. Dear Kim has an over-abundance of talent. She composes music, writes like an angel, is an excellent teacher, and has been stone-cold poor ever since she got married. She's a bit sick of being poor. But she's an excellent mother. Sick of being poor, she spent most of her time here writing new songs that were going to make a million, and pumping me to find out how to be a syndicated columnist within a month, at the outside. And we fought. She is a bristly feminist, and I, as she thinks, a male chauvinist. But we love each other and when the fights got near the blood-letting stage, one of us would grin and declare truce. She took me for about one grand this summer, counting everything, but you can't take it with you, so why not? Hugh is another fettle of kish. He lives in one room in the city, with cooking privileges, but doesn't cook much. When he's home, he is either standing at the fridge, door open, as he used to do when he was 16, or standing over the stove, cooking some infernal but delicious concoction concoction full of almonds, raisins, garlic and whatever, with a pasta base. He's not an old waiter for nothing. This weekend he brought a friend, Elena. She's on a very strict diet, because of allergies, and brings her own food. Not wanting to be beholden, beholden, she bought some food. I came down to the kitchen yesterday, and she had out for dinner eight huge lambchops. I asked how many were coming to dinner. She said just the three of us. Two chops each and a couple to share. I turned green. But she and Hugh ate two each and Hugh had another couple for breakfast. breakfast. I bought some home-made bread and Elena has six slices. Hugh ate the rest of the loaf, at the same sitting, except for one slice, which I surreptitiously snagged while they were sitting around belching. Tough diet, eh? Threw them onto a bus to the city this morning, laden down with plastic bags full of corn, beans, blueberries, tomatoes and green onions. All fresh, local stuff. They left me with a refrigerator full of Elena's diet soup (ugh!), Hugh's dried corn, and a lot of other delicacies from the health food store that are going straight into the garbage. It's a lot of fun, running a summer hotel. With no staff. Next summer, there's going to be no manager, either. Byline... By Peter Parrott You may have read the other day about the former KGB chief in Britian who defected to the West and is in the process of identifying Soviet spies and double agents. Reports I've noticed suggest that this intelligence intelligence coup could unmask unmask over 100 secret agents from the other side. However, I can't help but wonder if this spy who came in from the cold might be tempted to expand his list to include include the odd person not really employed by the KGB. Rut yourself in his position. British intelligence intelligence officers are clinging clinging to every shred of evidence, believing your every word. What better opportunity opportunity to settle a few scores with some of your least-favorite people? Why not name the repairman repairman wlio overcharged overcharged you or the store clerk who was rude to you as agents of the Soviet regime. While you are at it, you could use tlie occasion to have your revenge against the bank loans manager, your grade nine principal, or maybe even the door- to-door encyclopedia salesman, Just sneak the names of your sworn enemies on the spy list along with the bona fide agents and who would know the difference? Sooner or later, the authorities would find that the encyclopedia peddler is not a demolitions demolitions expert and that your grade nine principal principal does not carry a phone in his shoe. Witli a little investigation, investigation, it would emerge that the bank loans officer officer is nota trained assassin assassin and that the store clerk does not carry a camera in his ticclip. But, in the meantime life would be rather dif ficult for certain "difficult" "difficult" people. Of course, some would call this mischief. mischief. I'd prefer to call it a form of justice. Letters To The Editor Sept. 20,19115 Dcnr Mr. James, As a taxpayer who feels ripped ripped off by the Property Taxation Taxation Department of Newcastle Township, I am curious to know how many other taxpayers taxpayers have similar grievances. grievances. I live in a ranch-style bungalow bungalow located on ten acres with a 310 foot road frontage. 1 pay $6000.00 a year property tax. I have no streetlights, no town water, no sewers, no sidewalks sidewalks and no garbnge pick-up, My immediate concern is garbage garbage pick-up. 1 have phoned every garbage disposal company In tills urea. No private company will supply service as 1 live one mile from their lust pick-up. For myself to take the garbage garbage to the dump I am unable to gel the garbage in the bins. I feel that seeing my taxes arc $0000,00 a year I should at least get free garbage pick-up from the Township, Maybe Mayor Iticknrd or someone on council can tell me what to do with my garbage? Signed A Newcastle Victim September 2(1,19115 Hon. Kd Fulton Minister of Transportation and Communications 3rd Foot*, Ferguson block Toronto Dear Kd: As you are aware the question question of the GO train extension to Oshuwn has been under consideration for some years. On inquiry from your office today 1 was advised that you arc reviewing the subject and I would like to know when we may expect to have an announcement from you. As you can appreciate this extension extension is of vital Importance to the region and unless the government announces its decision soon, future development development plans for the region have to lie kept In abeyance, 1 would therefore urge you announce your decision soon. Yours sincerely, Sam L, Curcatz