Editor's Notebook

Wind, frogs, you name it

Strange.

 

Now that hundreds of wind turbines are operating around the province, the federal government announces a study into the possible health effects from wind turbine noise.

 

I say strange because the government’s actions of the past couple years point to one thing – they don’t like facts that science discovers.

 

They just passed a budget that makes cuts to Environment Canada, Fisheries and Oceans Canada, the National Research Council, Statistics Canada, etc.

 

Indeed, hundreds of scientists took to the streets in Ottawa last week to protest against the “Death of Evidence”.


Frustrated

The favourite question asked of a Kincardine Hospital patient is “How is the food?”

 

After a six day stay (I made my escape), I’ve likely experienced a full cycle of menus and am fully qualified to comment.  The delectable sounding entrees are anything but and the diet is not a healthy one anyone would follow at home.  There was nothing wrong with my appetite but I lost five pounds.

 

All foods are pre-packaged. God know when and from which country they come; and many are difficult to open, especially for the weak and elderly.  While the food is edible, a continued diet of it could be harmful to your health.

 

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From my hospital bed

“To be or not to be? That is the question.” – Hamlet, Shakespeare

My troubles are minor compared to Hamlet’s. He was dealing with suicides, murder and intrigue.

I’m dealing with high blood pressure and mixed metaphors.

Being unable to speak clearly on Wednesday, I made my way to Kincardine Hospital, where I was promptly prodded and pulled and hooked up with wires all over the place. A few hours later, I was transferred to a room from which I have yet to escape (except for a 30-metre walk to a red line, over which my monitor is out of range).

The idea is to find a way to control my high blood pressure.


Braying donkeys

A come and go tea was held Saturday afternoon at the Kincardine Legion for one of my favourite politicians.

 

The occasion was the 90th birthday of Charles Mann.

 

Charlie, a commando during the Second World War with a joint U.S.A.-Canadian unit known as the Devil’s Brigade, served many years as a councillor and mayor of the former Town of Kincardine.

 

Charlie knew something that few politicians at any level seem to know today. The political arena can be a nasty place, but Charlie knew you left the conflicts at the table at the end of the meeting.

 


A bad smell

Kincardine council did the right thing by deciding to go ahead and repave the Davidson Centre track.

 

After hearing all the complaints in recent years about there being nothing for young people to do in this community, one would think there would be no question of the track being fixed up.

 

It has been well used over the years and the facility has helped a few area young people develop to the point where they could achieve athletic scholarships.

 

Keeping up a well-used resource makes sense.

 

Hindsight is easy, but the decision by the previous council to redo the outside of the old town hall looks more and more like a mistake.


Poor math

There was another story in the Toronto Star this week about poor math scores in the Grade 7 and 8 student group.

 

But that problem has long been with us.

 

In the book, 100 Mistakes that Changed History, it says that Christopher Columbus was no bright light when it came to mathematics.

 

Since the time of the early Egyptians, man has known the circumference of the earth is 25,000 miles.

 


Get out your fascinator

I phoned my mother Sunday morning, but I could tell she was too busy too talk.

 

She and some of her friends were busy watching the flotilla of boats go up the Thames River as part of the four-day celebration in Britain to mark Queen Elizabeth’s diamond Jubilee.

 

My mother, 96, is a staunch supporter of the Royal Family. When I was in public school, she took us to see the Queen and Prince Philip when they travelled through London, Ont., by train.

 


Wake up call

Tragedy for any of us can be just seconds away.

 

Last week an accident on Highway 9 claimed the life of a well-liked high school teacher. The lives of the people involved changed in an instant – the members of the teacher’s family, the young man driving the other vehicle as well as the members of his family, the KDSS family and the community.

 

That accident is just one of too many that has occurred around here in the past few weeks.

 

Accidents in general are the result of human error.

 

Drivers get too complacent behind the wheel – from one end of the country to the other.

 


A wig?

Another five years of Stephen Harper and we’ll all be mini-Conservatives. We’ll think the same, dress the same, do exactly as we’re told and – worst of all we’ll have no sense of humour.

 

If there is one thing our federal Conservative MPs seem to lack, it’s a sense of humour.

 


Wind, water and purses

At this time of year, I always get this primal urge to plant a garden.

 

However, since I moved to an apartment five years ago, gardening is impossible. There are no sunny patches in the small backyard and without sun – no vegetables.

 

Dana, my esteemed wife, has long suggested container gardening as a solution. There is lots of sun on our deck, she says.

 

If she sees a book, say the Joy of Container Gardening or some such thing, she suggests that I could actually grow fresh veggies in pots scattered around the deck.

 

Growing veggies in pots, as far as I’m concerned, is a great con job – no doubt to sell more pots and vegetable seeds.