Editor's Notebook

Life is fragile

What happens when your life suddenly falls apart?

In a small town, your friends, your family and acquaintances come to your aid, says Carolyn Surridge.

Her husband, Bob, has been in a coma in University Hospital in London for more than a month now.

“People just appear at the right time,” Carolyn said Wednesday evening. They come with food, walk the family dog, care for the children. You name it and someone has done it.

An entertaining lunch

Friday at noon, Dana and I walked into a small café on a hillside overlooking the harbour at Ferryland, Newfoundland.

The owner came over and introduced herself, Rhonda was her name, and asked for ours and from whence we hailed.

While preparing our lunch, she talked away to a fisherman. As  this was going on, an older couple walked in and Rhonda introduced the woman, who had grown up in the area, to the fisherman. Eventually the two figured out how  each  other fit in their family trees.

A tough one

Should the Kincardine hospital be allowed to separate from the South Bruce Grey Health Centre?


That’s a tough one to answer.


But it brings us to a trend that has changed the face of Canada in the past 25 years.


I remember attending a Canadian Community Newspapers Association 20 or 25 years ago and talking to a publisher from a small Manitoba town.


A time for resolutions

Summer, brief as it was, appears to be over. I swam in the lake three times and ate on our deck maybe five times.


Fortunately, I didn’t have to rent a cottage for those three swims or five evenings on the deck.

Despite all the complaining I heard about the weather, all kinds of people told me they enjoyed the summer – it wasn’t too hot. I’m with that group.


Anyway, Labour Day arrives Monday and the kids go back to school Tuesday. It’s the time of year when clubs and organizations get active again after a two- or three-month break. It’s like a new beginning for many people.


So maybe Labour Day is when you should be looking at New Year’s resolutions – not Jan. 1.

A wild week

The Independent has been printed in Durham for more than 30 years.

No more – at least for a while.

Thursday’s tornado flattened the building that housed the press.

Fortunately, everyone escaped unharmed from the plant.

Corinne Johnston, who has worked at the plant for years, told me Friday afternoon it was pretty scary when the roof flew off. It was even worse for the people in the back printing a job. The press saved them from being crushed or sucked out of the building by the wind.

A dog's breakfast


I sometimes wonder what members of council are smoking.

As reported last week, deputy mayor Laura Haight supports a new arts centre, but she wants the old town hall preserved. And she’s not alone believing the old town hall is worthy of preservation.

Would someone please tell me what is worthy of preservation in that old building. It was built on the cheap in the 19th Century (the builder went bankrupt) and there have been so many changes to it that it looks like a dog’s breakfast after a bad night on the town. In reality, it is beyond restoration.

And age alone does not make something historical or worthy of preservation.

Stupidity street


Because of the number of drownings in the past couple of weeks, the federal transport ministry is considering legislation to make all boaters wear life jackets at all times. Currently, there has to be a lifejacket available for anyone in a boat.

That makes sense, but, unfortunately, there is no cure for stupidity..

It is against the law to drink and boat in this province, but after a night of partying, people do stupid things – like go boating without putting on a life jacket.

The province pushes booze to make money and then fines everyone who drinks and drives to make more money.

An acute case

Other than  people complaining about the weather, it has been a rather quiet week.


Someone apparently tried to drive through a brick wall at the Tim Hortons outlet on Highway 21, the odd tourist drove the wrong way on Harbour Street, and a few fish have been caught in the derby.


The beer kerfuffle, like all the other kerfuffles around here, was short lived.


Important issues such as the medical clinic, free card-playing for seniors at the Davidson Centre, spending $1 million on the old town hall, etc.are routinely forgotten.


From hotels to riff faff

I don’t know how many times I’ve asked lately about the hotel sitting half completed behind Boston Pizza at Highways 21 and 9.

This being Kincardine, stories abound - it’s built in the wrong place, a severance is needed, etc.

However, according to Kincardine CAO John deRosenroll, there are no zoning, planning or other issues holding up construction.

The company building the hotel doesn’t  return phone calls.

Knowing how hard it is to borrow funds these days, I assume the problem is a lack of money.

Whatever, the half-completed hotel is an eyesore that greets everyone passing through Kincardine.

Only in Kincardine


I sat through almost three hours of a theatre of the absurd production (a Kincardine council meeting) Wednesday before heading off to the Bluewater Summer Playhouse production of Sexy Laundry. At least the downtown theatre had some humour.

That raises an interesting question.

Would council meetings be a little less absurd if members of that august body wore sexy lingerie?

Maybe it’s worth try. Nothing else seems to work.

And it might improve Cable TV ratings.

Kincardine councillors might get away with such outfits, but not members of Stephen Harper’s government.