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4 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, March 25, 1986 Editorial Comments What About Industry? A report prepared last week by Scugog Township administrative staff shows that there are nearly 1000 residential building lots slated for development in Scugog in the future. About 475 of these lots are available now or will be available in the very near future, like this year. Another 475 are lots in various stages of the development process. Some at this time, are little more than sketches on a piece of paper. Also, the report says there are 385 multiple dwelling units (apart- ment, townhouse and condominium) in the planning stage. As with some of the residential lots, many of the proposed multiple units are a long way from final approval. As there is a dire shortage at this time of rental accommodation in Scugog, we hope that some of these proposals come on stream in the very near future. While we mention the figure of nearly 1000 residential lots on the drawing board at this time, it is highly unlikely that anywhere near that number will be actually developed and: sold in the near future. However, Scugog in 1985 enjoyed something of a building boom in single family homes with permits issued for about 130. And there are strong indications that 1986 will also be a good building year with at least that many permits issued. That's all well and good. Most people agree that growth in any municipality is healthy and necessary. But we wonder about growth that is taking place almost exclusively in the residential sector. Sure, new homes add to the tax base in the community, but the people who move into those homes add to the costs of running a municipality at the same time. More subdivisions mean more roads to plow and repair. More people mean greater pressure on existing community facilities for recreation and sport facilities, by the way, which are already feeling the pressure. We would not advocate for one minute that the municipality adopt a policy which slows the gro /th of residential development. But we do feel that it is time for Scugog to take a more active and aggressive role in promoting and developing additional assessment in the com- mercial and industrial sectors, especially the industrial. The Township has virtually no budget for industrial promotion. Admittedly, Scugog would be in a tough fight to attract new industry in competing with municipalities in the south of the Region like Whit- by, Pickering and Oshawa. And obviously, Scugog would not be interested in certain types of industry. But light, clean assembly and manufacturing industry would be desirable in this community for the two obvious reasons: the assessment and economic spin-offs in payrolls and services. At least one member of the council has expressed an interest in re-grouping the now defunct industrial committee to at least go out and make an effort to attract some light industry here. We hope this comes about. We also hope the council in 1986 will put some money into a budget for "public relations" in showing the flag, so to speak, at industrial and trade fairs. Attracting just one new, light industry to Scugog in 1986, employing 20 or 30 people would be worth the effort. Over the past few years, the council has seen an endless stream of residential housing proposals. Some have come to fruition. Others are nothing more than pieces of paper. It would be nice to see a serious, industrial developer unveil plans to the Townhip council in 1986. | cam. A aTTEN Pes. 643 0 y (0 G05 34° | yi Ud --/ a -- n 8 LO MA £ PORT PERRY RENTAL mousing. | Pr mm POT PLOY STAR CO LINTED (GD ) 13 QuEtn stent! #0 801 90 Cc 10) TAO AreeY ONAN } | poet =) L418) 983 138) ~ J. 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These are the mornings when you discover you don't own a single pair of pantyhose without runs, 'when you realize there is nary a drop of milk left "in the pitcher for your coffee, and when you find out you've run out of deodorant (and it isn't Mit- chum, so you can't skip a day and still feel protected). I had one of those mornings this morning and I still haven't recovered. Once you have a morn- ing like that, you're a grouch for the rest of the day. Still with me? Well, I actually woke up on time this morn- _ ing. The sun was pouring through the window and I felt just fine. Until I got out of bed. When I stood -up and took my first step I promptly tromped on a cat. The cat yowled, I shrieked in surprise, stumbled, and landed squarely on my backside. . When I eventually got up on my feet again, cleared the stars floating around inside my head and rubbed my tender glutus maximums, I head- ed to the bathroom to run a shower, bumping dazedly into walls all the way. But, lo and behold, the water pump was on the fritz again. Thus no water for the time being and a long wait until my Dad came up from the barn to fix it. Fine, I thought, I'll just make myself a cup of tea and wait until the pump is fixed. Silly me. The kitchen faucet, also hooked up to the same pump, was-working just as well as the shower head. Sighing heavily, I opened up the fridge to look for my orange juice or anything else to wipe the night before from my mouth. No orange juice. No milk. No water. No way of brushing my teeth. Speaking of teeth, mine were firmly gritted by this time. No matter, I ensconsed myself in a kitchen chair and waited for Dad to fix the pump. - Which he did, 20 minutes later. Ecstatic, I jumped in the shower. I had just dumped some shampoo on my head, and was midstream into working up a good lather when the water trickled to a stop. A rivulet of Agree II dribbled down over my eyebrows as I stood damply in the shower stall, dumbstruck, and screamed. "DADY THE &°@ixtx-+" WATER'S GONE OFF AGAIN! ARE YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT OR DO I HAVE TO STAND HERE AND DRIP ALL DAY?" Dad does not like being yelled at. It's not, after all, his fault that the stupid water pump isn't work- ing properly. I know this and he knows this, which is probably why he took so long to fix it the second 'time around. : In the meantime, the shampoo had hardened nicely on my head, about the shape and texture of a 1960's style bathing cap, and I was turning blue. Eventually I did get rinsed and out of the shower, although it seemed like I would be there forever. I was, however, 'forever' getting dressed. Everything 1 wanted to wear had disap- peared. That's the problem with having a younger sister who is the same size as you. Especially a younger sister who leaves for school before you leave for work. She'd scoffed my favourite pair of jeans, the shirt I'd been planning on wearing, and my camel hair coat. She also stole earrings, boots and had been into my most expensive perfume. I was absolutely seething. Do you know how hard it is to get dressed when you're seething. But- tons get done up the wrong way, socks get put on inside out, that sort of thing. By the time I left the house I was like Rambo looking for something to use a machine gun on. As it turns out, I could have used the machine gun on my car. Or my sister, who was responsi- ble for my car's sad state of affairs. She'd borrowed it the night before and had left it virtually on empty, still in gear, filled with gar- bage and parked on a patch of ice. When I finally got it going and off the ice, 1 eliza she had had a field day with my cassette eck. The knobs, once straight, were all cock-eyed. The fast forward knob had completely disap- peared. My tapes were all over the car. The radio was set on Q107, or something equally obnoxious. Quivering, I reached into my purse for a cigarette, to calm my shattered nerves, and discovered I didn't have any. Calmy, ever so calmy, I pulled over to the side of the road. rested my head on the steering wheel and cried Yes. my mascara ran TT a-- Da EP NEBL IAN RL, LP. rr Ta = pl oy ay > «