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At council, tempers flare, sides are taken, battlelines drawn, and a vote recorded. The numbers are the same, but surprisingly, some players have shifted teams. A megaâ€"corporation wins, the taxpayers of this city lose, and yet another inglorious moment goes down in council books. Yes, a victory for big business. The scales are balanced(?) later in the week when two little folks are fined $200 each in provincial court for violating a Wateriloo bylaw that restricts the number of tenants living in a single family home, because "there is a special place for the family in society."‘ Back at council, it is agreed that the city will begin assuming responsibility for black pipe sewer connecâ€" tions more than 25 years old, a decision largely based on ‘"‘countering a negative profile portrayed by the news media.‘‘ Nothing if not unique, the media being blamed for poor quality sewer pipes. â€" There is some concern, however, for living in the past. The city decides to maintain its gas station Sunday opening rotation. Tradition lives, even if some stations won‘t. A plastic roof is accepted as the best solution to keep Waterioo arena operating until past planning blunders can be offset. It is the best solution, but at least in one corner, tears are shed by an individual who wonders how many people realize what the ‘"Memoria!l" in Waterloo Memorial Arena stands for? And at a time when one would think ice would cool people down, the city determines that no ice at Halilman Road and Roxton Drive will cool area residents down even better. And so sights shift a block away, and a cynic wonders that if twinning with UW Columbia Tcefields is out, perhaps at least doubling up of the ice machine might be possible? Address all correspondence to Waterioo office, 45 Erb St. E., line 886â€"3021. Waterioo Chronicie office is located in the Haney, White law office building (rear entrance, upper fNoor). Parking at the re of the building. Open Monday to Friday 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Publisher: Paul Winkler Waterioo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of JEMCOM Inc., owner. Publishing address 225 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. Reporters: Mark Bryson (news) Richard O‘Brien (sports) Circulation: Jerry Fischer Typesetting and Composing: Fairway Press Hot time WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 5, 1987 I knew it would be tough, but a story angle has come along to crowd pit bull terriers off the front pages of our daily press (that‘s correct, they didn‘t give up without a fight). Freeway shootings, shocking, grotesque shoot‘emâ€"ups in California traffic jams, everyone is talking about them, and the very thought of them is enough to make one run to a pit bull pen for cover. This is serious stuff, already a number of people have lost their lives and others have been wounded at the hand of freeway Dirty Harrys who now consider it cool to sublimate stress by pulling out a piece from the glove compartment and plugging the poor sap who may or may not have been the Traffic analysts projected in a weekend news report that by the year 2000, congestion on California roads will have multiplied many times overâ€"the average speed on one stretch of the Ventura Freeway could be slowed to six kiloâ€" metres per hour. Combined with volume of traffic, suffocating temperatures and air pollution, and the trend of society today towards a vigilante approach to dealing with conflict, and what you have is a ticking time bomb. Worse, officials in California realize it but haven‘t yet found a solution. And so, up to 10â€"12 times per hour, police have been receiving phone calls (thank goodness for car phones) from individuals claiming to be targets of such attacks. And reports of copycat behavior in isolated cases in Toronto on the weekend were also reported. What is most alarming about this bizarre turn of events is that it is acase of fantasy meeting reality head on, even if it is at only six kilos per hour. I mean, everyonme has had thoughts about what they‘d like to do to other people, but hey, even Raliph Cramden wasn‘t all that serious about sending Alice to the moon. Think of how scary it would be if everyone copied these commuter crazies and carried their thoughts into action? It was a mere month ago my wife and I, while enjoying our vacation down east, came upon "cute" little items while shopping in a novelty shop. They were little clickers you attach to your dashboard to "gain your revenge‘‘ on other idiots on the road. Instead of giving the offending driver the finger or shouting at your kids in the backseat, the idea is to click away furiously at these little brotherâ€"inâ€"lawâ€"but looking back, whew. Probably messages too close to home to bear repeating. We found them highlyâ€"assuming trinkets at the be banned soon 1t is writter "I think Waterioo North has been poorly represented in the past by the Liberal sitting member, ummmmwymumwmmd.mmhmhm. You never hear much from Epp except around election time.‘ Waterloo North NDP candidate Not so funny Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor Then, on a sidetrip to Montreal on our way home, I practically blew up in the downtown traffic maze. Constantly muttering under my breath, I shan‘t describe the suggestions I made to Montreal drivers, nor any of the threats, nor any of the facial expressions. But looking back, what if I had to deal with that kind of traffic dayâ€"in and dayâ€"out, year after year? I couldn‘t, but I do believe I would check in at the local funny farm before equipping myself with a parkway pistol. Still, it‘s enough to keep your thoughts in check in similar situations we run into in our everyday work and recreation. Let‘s see, on more than one occasion on the golf course, when beerâ€"drinking buffoons up ahead are causing my game to deteriorate, I‘ve often said to myself, ‘"I‘d like to drive a two iron right in his ear."" Heh, heh, just kidding. Have you never been to a movie theatre, and stood in a blockâ€"long line for an hour only to be told three couples from the box office that the show is sold out? Never felt like lobbing a hand grenade into the snack bar? But you thought better of the idea, right? C‘mon, it was just a fun thought, right? Same with lines in grocery stores or banks, you‘re next in line but Chatty Cathy is ahead of you and Connie Cashier wants all the latest gossip. Where‘s that you want to ram that bar of soap? You do not... Or when you‘re shut out from buying a ticket on the winner at the racetrack because someone is cashing tickets from three weeks ago 30 seconds before the race. You‘d like to do what with his Just think about the number of times in, say the past month, that you have been confronted with stressful situations, and some of the resulting thoughts that have crossed your mind to remedy winning tickets? No, not really, you‘re just joshing, right? Youaren‘t? Or you think you have the winner, only to discover the cashier punched the wrong ticket. Ooo, not pretty. Or you fork over $300 for a tuneâ€"up, and your car stalls at a major intersection on the way home. You‘d like to leave tread marks where? Hey, ease up. Or your unemployment insurance liaison is giving you a rough time. You‘d like to string him Do us all a favor. Keep them there, in your mind. lphnw.sml‘thavenmghume parting with the c on my dashboard. It was so much fun...