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Page 4, News, Wednesday, July 6, 1988 Second Class Mailing Permit Number 0867 on : Single co 4 TERRACE BAY The Terrace Bay-Schrelber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing as nl run cS: SCHREIBER Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario, POT-2WO. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. in town $15.00/yr. pit two years $25 out of town $21.00/yr. Member of Ontario Community = Se od TORE y See + 5 CUR OR saoo Ss Srenc ss sabia eccn en se naneton tn cuecsepsgewaceves anes a Greg Huneault - General Manager/Advertising............sssssscsssseenenes Paul Marcon -Newspapers Association and The G CN A Administrative ASSIStant.........-.sssssecseesessssssesensnens Gayle Fournier Canadian Community Newspapers Production ASSistant........csssccssscsnseessseerssesesneeennass Carmen Dinner Association Volunteer fire fighters deserve recognition Last week the Schreiber Volunteer Fire Department host- ed a fun-filled afternoon of competitive events for a group of frolicking, laughing men. Water was everywhere as the guys ran up and down ladders, around a pool and sometimes from others who were trying to throw them in the pool. They were firefighters from area volunteer depart- ments. They shared an afternoon of fun, and they share much more. The buildings where they store their equip- ment and vehicles might classified as "volunteer station" by the Office of the Fire Marshall, but when they respond toa fire, they are firefighters. With new chemicals, materials and compounds used in manufacturing today, the job of a firefighter has become a complicated and involved combination of warrior/scien- tist. New chemicals have created the need for new tools, techniques and concerns to battle fires. But one thing that will never change is the courage, singleness of purpose and caring that makes a firefighter do whatever has to be done. They hold a unique and invaluable position in our society. - yy YOURE SLURPIN'UP ALL THE PROFITS Now, ALVIN 700, WE COULD END UP INA DEFICIT POSITION / - Yj ES ~ /F WE GET INTO SUNDAY OPENINGS eS A: Yui YyYy 4 B4 Yt , ff aL, Vl! Ut y - 7+ - COOSOOILLELOLILY +4 MUO They are called "volunteer" firefighters because their department has been labelled as a volunteer department. But no matter how many of them there are at a hall, no matter if they do not have the most modern tools and equipment, they still have what it takes to battle blazes and save lives and property. They are firefighters. On a personal note If I might use this space for personal reasons: I would like to thank those who have contributed to this issue. There has been much work going on behind the scenes and some deserve credit. It was a very unfortunate clash of events, but I was married in Sudbury during the frantic week of Canada Day festivities. Imagine the nerve! z Believe me; I am truly sorry I missed most of the events. As in many cases in the North, our staff is small but we truly try our best. That type of "trial by fire" learning and experience should not be new to many, but invaluable to all. I had to hand over the 'electronic pen' to the General Manager, Paul Marcon, who with Carmen Dinner and Gayle Fournier were up to their elbows in ink this past weekend. Because of our publishing schedule, pho- tographs of some events may be included in next week's issue, but we have tried our best to cover everything. I will have returned by Sunday, the day the paper trav- els on its marry (sorry, slip of the tongue) merry way to Thunder Bay. If there are any problems, at least I have a shoulder to cry on now. Paul will be happy about that. His shoulder will be happy too. You are invited to write a Icttcr to the editor. The purpose of "Letiers to the editor" is to provide a forum for public discussion on any sub- ject. Your letter can state a fact, or present ideas or suggestions on any issue about which you or others feel strongly. Letters are greatly encouraged; however, the editor reserves the right to edit content as a last resort if deemed necessary. Address letters to: Letter to the Editor Terrace Bay/Schreiber News P. O. Box 579 Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2W0 All letters must be signed. Forever Fighting an enemy called Fat My war against fat began one _ breaks snacks, ALL snacks. day in a radio studio high above New York's Eighth Avenue. I was about to interview Mayor Ed Koch, and I was a little nervous...nervous enough to drop I was still fat. The battle was joined in earnest. I started giving up the notebook I had in my hand. Annoyed, I-bent down to pick it up and... RIVTIMUIITIP My dress pants. The ah, back seam, if you get my meaning. Right from the beltline to crotch. Luckily, it was New York, so nobody blinked at the sight of the crazy Canuck wearing a white shirt and tie with the tails hanging out. I did the interview alright, but through the back of mind a tape loop was playing that said: "Okay, butterball...time to lose weight." I believe it was Mao Tse Tung (another butterball, now that I think of it) who said: "Even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." I took a lot of single steps. I gave up desserts. Then I gave up midnight snacks. Than mid-afternoon snacks. coffee things I REALLY liked. Things like Crispy Crunch chocolate bars and hamburgers with the works. Even (sob) beer. Pretty . soon anything with any alcohol at all was verboten. Goodbye, ice-cold goblet of white wine with the little beads of perspiration running down your lovely flanks, adios, Tequila Sunrises, with that jaunty wedge of lime on the side, so ripe for the sucking. Goodbye forever, rum. and. cokes, Martinis, Manhattan's and Margueritas. Glenfiddiich on the rocks we will not, after all, take a cup of kindness yet. It was fun, but it's over. We're through. I did it too. Gave it all up. Booze. Lemon meringue pie. Turtle chocolates. There was just one tiny, lingering problem. T was still fat. hurt, I gasp and pant and I get from A to B faster than a speeding garden slug, and that is running to me. So I played my trump: I took up running. Nothing spectacular, you understand. After devoting 45 I do not run to hear the cheers of the crowd as I break the tape (fat chance). I do not run to revel in the Zen high of synchronizing muscle and lung and heart. So why do I run? I do it because I believe that some day I will jiggle off the last of the suet from this bag of flesh and bones and I will be that which I have never been in my life -- a thin person. A sick addiction, I know. Still, it could be worse. I could be Arctic Joe. Now there's a running fool. Joe Womersley's a Toronto man who's run just about everywhere you can get to in a pair of running shoes -- Alaska, Hawaii, all over the States and Canada. Arthur Black Where does the "Arctic" in Arctic Joe come from? Oh, he picked that up as organizer of an years to sloth and dissipation, I wasn't likely to turn into a threat to Ben Johnson overnight. I don't set records, but I sweat, I annual marathon on -- wait for-it - - Baffin Island. Joe's been in charge of it for the last nine years. Last spring, as an extra treat Arctic Joe organized a team to run a 10- kilometre race around the North Pole. There are now twelve hardy souls in the world who can claim they- ran around the world in 80 minutes. Arctic Joe is one of them of course. Crazy as a loon, Arctic Joe is. Right now he's in Africa, coping with 40-degree heat and dodging Cape Buffalo as he competes in a 100-k marathon. Mind you, he looks good. Brown as a saddle and well-muscled. Clear gaze. Firm handshake. And slim. Did I mention slim? There's one other thing that Arctic Joe is. Sixty-two years old. He's an inspiration for pudgy also-rans like me. I too, can look as good as Arctic Joe. I just have to practice for the next 17 years.