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"\ Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 established 1854 Someone no doubt had a good reason way back when for coining the expression "there‘s no right or wrong answer."‘ City Council sure put the cliché to good use Monday. In a 6â€"2 vote, council approved a zone change at 256 King St. N. (King and University) from light industrial to neighborhood commercial. Simple enough, on the surface. But the change was OK‘d despite official protests, including that of a representative of Forwell Super Variety Stores, who fear superâ€"saturation of the market at that corner. As well, strong denunciations were made by Alderman Doreen Thomas. Questioning council‘s consistency, Thomas pointed back to a decision just over a year ago in which developer Abe Wiebe was denied a zone change for a 16â€"unit 28,000â€"square foot shopping mall less than a stone‘s throw from 256 King, a corner property owned by Jim and Chris Zaptces. _ Council‘s reasoning for turning down Wiebe was that while the concept of such a specialty complex might be extremely attractive, it was an idea before its time and would be deleterious to city focus on core revitalization. That precedent, controversial in its own right, made Monday‘s decision that much more touchy â€" especially if competitive advantage was the major criterion for nixing Wiebe‘s plan. The plot would further thicken should the change result in the erection of yet another variety store â€" whic:dby the way has in no way shape or form been conâ€" firmed. Now you can‘t blame council for wanting to see improvements to a site that for several years has stood a relative eyesore, especially since longâ€"range plans in the area call for commercial development. You can‘t blame Ald. Glen Wright for pointing out the difference between competition from within one area and an allâ€"out confrontaâ€" tion between two separate districts. You can‘t blame Zaptces for wanting to make the best of their site. You can‘t blame stores like Forwell‘s for looking out for their rights and interests. You can‘t blame Thomas, whose questioning of council‘s consistency is the strongest point of the entire argument. And you certainly can‘t blame Abe Wiebe for sitting back, scratching his head, and wondering what he did "SO foul and fair a fall I have not seen." _ johns till October first." That‘s just as good as anything Shakeâ€" *"*Yabbut‘", counters another oldâ€"timer, speare wrote or Macbeth said. The only "that‘s the fall Trudeau decided to stay word that is changed is "fall" for "day". _ on."" Heavy silence. $ And you can blame the three witches: Well, if you look back to the first Pain, Boredom and Frustration for that. paragraph, you‘ll find the word ‘"foul" . It‘s Fall fairs. Fall festivals. Excitement. been a foul fall for yours truly: Color. A last fling before the dreary days Oh, we intended to enjoy that fall. Go to of November and the icy, endless clutch of _ the Fall Fair, go to a Festival. We went to a Canadian winter. a Festival, but we didn‘t make the Fall It‘s been the fairest of falls. After a Fair. wrong. _Neat. No win. No lose. No right. No wrong. Fascinating world we live in, isn‘t it? October that have made us wonder why anybody would want to live anywhere summer so fine that no Canadian can quite Sun. Few bugs. Incredible August. Superb September. Glorious colors. Corn and real tomatoes stretching into October. Rotten, kids back to school. Great goifing. Fine fishing. Utopia. Well, I‘m glag you enjoyed it, you rotters. 1 can see you, sitting in the nursing home arguing about it, years from now. "Yeah, the fall of ‘83 was the best we ever had. Sun shone near every day. Fuel bill was nearly nowt. Didn‘t put on my long ERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1983 published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterloo Record Ltd., owner 225 Fairway Rd.S., Kitchener, Ont. BILL SMILEY Coin toss | Watertoo Chronicle office is located in the Harper, Haney and White Law Office Building (rear entrance, upper floor). Parking at the rear of the building. Open Monday to Friday, 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. â€" address correspondence to Wateriuo office: 45 Erb St. E., Waterioo, Ont. N2J. 1L1, telephone $86â€"2830 Fair. Me and the Old Lady, as we say at the Legion, took a lateâ€"summer shot at the Shaw Festival. No tickets, no room reservations. We just played it by ear. It worked. Everything went well. The shows were good, better than lots of Stratford stuff we‘d seen. Francis Hyland, that excellent Canadian actress, never really appreciatâ€" ed because she hasn‘t gone to the States, was accosted, interviewed, and praised by It was a fateful decision. Naturally, we Manager: Bill Karges Fairest of falls "We had a blue car, we painted Red Car Service on the back, and there we went." ..,g-;-’q Y «4. "f 0 fs 54x i4 ."-.:i..:.._ 37 Loa, & o »Mi eA " hn oo » â€" ‘.q,_ V k e 2. _2 $ + 5 xc â€" Ts & s « Coe nvete £s « s ts ofi ::l' 7 ‘-" /,';:. .. .;.-"';' ,f',‘"_g.,.\\;t o : EL/ #â€" /Q 7 !:4 ‘! 5 \ ,/ 4* / ‘ ‘l I d husband, George, an old friend of ours, who succumbed to the Hollywood fileshâ€" pots. The ‘"Prince of Wales Hotel" at Niaâ€" garaâ€"onâ€"theâ€"Lake offered everything any bigâ€"city hotel could, at the same rates, but with much more persofiality. Their bellâ€" boys are human beings, not_insolent louts with nothing more than a tip on their my wife, was sweet, gracious, and laughed ue roomm s tay of iood rrous tae caferenis Getting cocky, God‘s favorite angel was huriled into Hell, according to Milton, there to pull himself out of the fire and swear eternal vengeance. 'elrscl.uuekymw'mph‘ . We came back from a show, hadn‘t (diningâ€"room closed.) No problem. m.:vi&-yflgmydnm- burgers other connoiseurs, like musâ€" tard and french fries, caught my toe on the stairs, and catapauited, backwards, down Well, as usual, it was too good to be true. It is written Airways of his start in the carrier service . â€" SEE PAGE 9 two flights. Still had the tray in my hands when I landed, but nothing on it. (Reminds me of the time when I came in with two bags of groceries, slipped on a freshâ€"waxed floor and broke my nose on the kitchen counter, because I didn‘t have enough sense to drop the groceries.) Anyway, I wasn‘t huried into hell for my pride, but have had a hell of a time since. 87oratell shoulder. As far as ;h goes, I‘d just as soon lie for a while in the eternal flames that Satan endured, until he pulled Tried to resume teaching in late Sepâ€" tember. Kids wanted to know why I was wearing a sling. Between moans and grunts told them several versions, all of which they believed. Said T‘d been armwrestling with my w aged nine. They are a little , but, ‘"‘That‘s too bad, sir‘"‘, was the general reaction. Don‘t ever get a separated shoulder. If you do, tell the doctor to cut it off at the and sell it to a limbsbank. It would be r