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â€"-â€"â€" Readers Write â€"*â€"â€"~â€"â€" Giiring photo credit where it’s due To the Milan lwaaexcitad to be inhaled in the recent Women of Influence article in the May inure! the Stouflvllle Flee Pream- Credit to: my photograph was omitted and I would he moat appreciative if we could give Sandra Roland, photogapher of the hook D03 and Dada. credit and thanks to: letting me use thlt picture. My dog, Chevy..who passed away mendy, was the mascot for my school and this u a great photo that captured his true essence. Debbie Reynolds Life’s Ruff Dog Training 0 Markham Drs. McDowell, Genin, apd de Jesus WHISL ! 905164213937; , 75. dedicated volunteers? Thos. E.Winters Plumber 905-640-1867 Dog Walk. Doors Open. Wheels in Motion. Where would our community pe without MONTHLY MALAISE Welcomlng new patients 'ille For my birthday. I got to to the driver and vehicle licence 0 and pay the government $149 for at W and licence renewal. _ The good new: is, it wasn't Basil's year (Bari! u my car) for an emissions’ test (335 plus whatever rt costs to get turn up to snuff). The other good mh,thocelovelyfolksatthe Stouifville lrcencing office let me smile for my photo, so that instead of lookinghkeAttilathechorthelocal axe murderer. I appear almost pre- sentable, if not exactly a dead ringer for Uma Thurman. Mzemoct recent passport photo is mot r matter entirely. Small chil- dren shudder at the m: of it; my own offspring fall about in helpless math and pass it around to all their friends; grown men cry. Except for customs officers of course; customs officers ask where I've been and wh , take a cursory glance at the y ul in my travel documents and wave me on. It's worse than movie theatre tick- et sellers who want to know if I'm a golden ager, or whatever repulsive euphemism they're using these days. My question is, how could anybody thinkthatt' inmypassportisme, and not the ong-dead remains of Boris Karloff? Oh well. Since I was $149 lighter I decided to forgo an expensive night out for a wonderful evening in Toronto with my daughter and friends at our irregularly scheduled and highly whimsical book club. Book clubs are, of course, practically a requirement these days among those whom the national press refers to as the chattering classes. Ours, however, is not_ run along strict lines. In fact it’s not run along any kind of lines at all. We assemble about once every six, eight or 12 PERSONALIZED INSURANCE SERVICES By Kate Cilderdalc MGLLER â€"â€" HNSURANCE LTD 64 Sandlford Drive. Unit 1, ; STOUFFVILLE So ‘wh'en her birthday comes around in June, I know exactly what \ to give her. A cheque for $149 and a guide to running a successful book club. The only troubleis, I think she'll ‘ have to start by de-listing all the cur- rent members. weeks, having attempted to read a 600-page novel in approximately eight hours, after receiving a kindly email from our one fairly organized member reminding us that our date with literary discourse is imminent. Since we are determined to improve our minds (and in my case, believe me, there's plenty of scope) we tend to vote for lofty, complex books, often translated from the Russian, the Farsi or the Welsh. This means that a frantic attempt at speed reading the entire tome on the GO Bus en route to the city is doomed td ignominious failure. ,1 L__ .___. At first, I was embarrassed by my lack of preparation, but my fellow clubbers are as organizationallyâ€"chalâ€" lenged as me and some barely make it past the foreword. Although we never leave without discussing the book and, if it's shaping up to be realâ€" ly hard work, sneaking a peak at the last chapter to find out what hapâ€" penedintheend,weabomakeita social event with food and wine (some of which, at our last meeting, inexplicably ended up on the ceiling). My forays into the city to meet my daughter are a highlight of my life. I know that mothers and daughters are supposed to have relationship ‘issues’ (the word formerly known as prob- lems), but every time I visit her I come away a happier, more laid back person, ready to make peace with my inner (and, I fear, outer) Boris Karloff. As for me, I have to stop writing and start reading War and Peacg Our next meeting is tomorrow.