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WEITJ3YFIR EE, PRESS, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 29,1989, PAGE 5 Somewhere botween Wednesday last and Monday this, I decided I would write about Truth being stronger than other things. Almoot immediately, two news items dropped into my lap from a Sunday paper. But just as I was about to write about these - two more iminediate Truths teck over. The two news stories had te do with children and judges. In one, a judge allowed a 13-year-old te live with her 19-year-old boyfiend. The girl admitted that her boyfriend sometixnes beat her, and the did drugs together, and net even Peter Pan would be=v this Vo b. a chaste relationship. The girl said she would only run away if flot ailowed Vo livo with the boy. The judge said okay. Apparently, boyfriends who beat girls amet as bad as parents who yoll and scream. Anyway, usually about this point 1 would launch into a preach ediVorial-type comment, since we columnists are ever-wise. But the second item threw me off track. Ini it, a judge excused the sexual abuse of a three-year-old becatuse - hey! rai net màking this up - the three-year-old was sexua]ly aggressive. Besides, said the judge, the man (who was babsitingthe cbild) had been drinking and was tirdso isjudgment was not in top shape. Hey, on this one rmn not even going te try. You make up your own outrageous reaction. 1Ijust wonder if it had been Fido that had been aggressive would the judgo have excused bestiality? I hope we'll neyer know. But as I said at the beginning, I didn't get around te writing about either of these opics. Events, as the historian said, overtook us. The first had te do with my computer. Fine machine, that, frem right here in Whitby before the com pany went bankrupt. Weil, so did my machine. Thus, the typestter is working from handwritten copy, even harder te read than my typing. Anyway, I had finally put my computer tesllep o,I would calI the computer ambulance te corne and get it, WITII OUR FEET UP by Bill Swan The Bil thing to do when the door bell rang. It was the teenage girl fr-om next door. 'I) o av a key te our house?" she asked. She is about ixtLeeapretty and charming young lady. "rNo," I said. "Oh dear. See, I was putting the dog eut, and the door kind cf shut bebind me and it's locked. . . "And you're locked eut." Iryeahà.0 "And your parents are eut?" I'Tey'll be back in about half an heur." Well, that seemed reasonable. I knew thore were two younger siblinge who were likely in the house, but that should have been ne problem. I said so. 'But that's net it," the girl said, on]y her slightly nmanie gestures betraying her composure. "See, I left the bathtub ,n I think I said, "Oh." Then,II right ever." The door was locked, aliright. Windows, tee. We checked again, just Vo be sure. 'Tho upsta.irs windows?" I knew there was a ladder in the garage. 'Iocked," she said. 'We always keep them locked. Because of the alarma system." 'The alarm system," I said. "Rut it's tumned of. It's just that everything is locked." I made a quick trip home and returned with my tool box. "Now you mun over Vo my place and caIl your parents," I said. "Whero are they?" "She named a local arena." "Great. See if you can get them. In the ineantimo, 1'il t-y Vo get in through the basement window. l'il break it if I have te." 'Tou want me te, just wa]k in?" 'Yeah, my daughterls asleep. Jusft don't lock the door on the way out or therel be two of us out in the cold ramn." I went Vo work on the basoment window, prying the plastic frames with my screwdriver. Chip, chip, snap. The aluminum ecreen frame folded undor the application cf pure muscle - my only macho act for ail of 1989. HInally, with a Sharp crack, the glass Split and then splintered. AUl this while I could hear the insistent grgling cf the bathtub, filling somewhere upstairs. A pane of glass would be a cheaper repair, I thought, than a house fil of water. I doffed my parka,- swept glass shards te, my side and slithered backward through the small basement window. Once inside, I sprinted for the upper floor, past the talking television and the toothless dog. The bathtub had just reached the nim, far past the overflow. Another thirty seconds and Niagara would have begun. I haven't yet spoken Vo my neighbor. Fin afraid he'll discover I unreparably damaged the fliberterwhatsit on bis security system. Oh, well. In the meantime, I can fully appreciate the plight cf my neighbor, daughter - locked eut with the tub running. As we say around our place, what a Bull thing te do. Côuple win $100OOO Frank and Dorot'h Nickerson They purchased their ticket at of Whitby won $100,00 in the Blair Park Variety. Nov. 23 Wintario draw. ~~AMADEUS' SEAFOOD and STEAKHOUSE 1180 Simce St. N. 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