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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, June 5, 1985 Terrace Bay The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: : a Schreiber Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario, POT 2W0. . ramp | Telephone: (807) 825-3747. Oy 8 ) GENERAL/ADVERTISING MANAGER ................. Vivian Ludington : = ERO ea vot ee ee Kelley Ann Chesley : OFFiGs. 3). i ee ee es Irene Folz Gna PRODUCTION MANAGER......................-- 000s eee Mary Melo ' News Our Canadian Champion Steve Fonyo has finished his Journey for Lives. What a tremen- dous feeling for the 19 year old Canadian. He is off to the far south to relax, courtesy of the Canadian Cancer Society, while his parents are vacationing in Fiji, compliments of CP Air. A well deserved holi- day, from the pressures and frustrations of the 14 month long run. What can one say about Steve Fonyo that has not already been said? Although we know he does not like to be compared or iden- tified with Terry Fox and his Marathon of Hope, it is very difficult for us to forget Terry's perseverance and dedication to the same dream, running across Canada to raise money for Cancer Research. I can imagine, if I suffered from Cancer, what inspiration and courage I would feel from these two young men. Already there are tears in my eyes when I stop at Terry's memorial outside of Thunder Bay, or when I see Steve dipping his leg in the Pacific Ocean. Many feel the same. Is it National Pride, is it our desire to support a champion, always, that brings us so close to Steve Fonyo? The media has so much in- fluence and power, the negative comments of officials from the Cancer Society and from the Public are hard to ignore. It frustrates me that people must have all things in perfect perspective, that all things are judged and criticized. _ Steve's shyness and simple life make it hard to believe there was an ulterior motive for beginning the run. His dealings with the Cancer Society and the Media are understandable to many. "When I'm in pain, I'm very ugly," said one supporter. How many countless miles did Steve run in pain? He probably would not have minded a little privacy from time to time, but we all want to get on the bandwagon, _ we all wanted to keep track of his run, so we must accept the good with the bad. Steve Fonyo is a hero, a champion to many. He has given hope to many cancer victims and inspiration to a generation of young peo- ple. He will not be soon forgotten. | HAVE A SIMPLE SOLUTION FOR THE DIGPOSAL OF PCB' -- WHERE THEY WILL BE FUCKED AWAY SOMEWHERE \ OUT OF THE SS WAY 3 - SAFELY BURIED , ATLL UL Terrace Bay District Rod and Gun Club get involved A Thought for the Week Those who complain most are most to be complained of. - M. Henry. The Terrace Bay District Rod and Gun Club is becoming active in two '*Community Fisheries In- volvement projects and on- ly await official approval and funding. The first project will see the stocking of Aurora Trout in a local sanctuary lake and will not require much labour from the club. If successful this project will provide fishable quan- tities of this beautiful and interesting fish for transplanting into more ac- Well, I think I might live after all. I'm able to move my arms again. Cir- culation seems to be returning to my legs and feet. I may even try walk- ing a few steps in a minute or two. I've been in this post-operative recovery stage before. In fact, I go through it just about every time I suf- fer through a commercial flight. Our blessed airlines, in their frenzy to cram as many paying bodies into as small a space as possible, are treading perilously close to charges of cruel and unusual punishment. It doesn't seem to occur to them that the typical Passenger seat on a commercial airplane is fit only to accomodate a pigmy with strong communal in- stincts. The result: tidy profits for the folks who flap the Wings of Man ... an hour or two of post-flight semi- paralysis for we poor stiffs who ac- tually have to try and sit in those sardine-can accomodations. cessable lakes several years down the road. The second project in- volves the construction and operation of a "mini" fish hatchery. The design chosen for this up-welling incubator incorporates the best features from other similar projects. It will have 4 _-- segregated chambers and will allow the culture of eggs from up to 4 different genetic sources simultaneously. The incubator will accept about 100,000 eggs and given predicted survival rates produce 70,000 to 90,000 brook trout fry for stocking in local lakes. There is also the possibili- ty this same incubator could be used over the summer months to produce fry from spring spawning Rainbow Trout thus doubl- ing its output. A very worth while and interesting project we think. As Club members we will be responsible between June and September for the labour involved in con- structing the box, the building to shelter it, and the security fence to protect it. In October the eggs will be collected by M.N.R. and they will supervise their placement in the box. From that point until Feb./Mar. 1986 we will have to check the box dai- ly and record temperatures. When the fry emerge we will look after some of the actual stocking to local lakes. Jet Set Jet It wasn't a total loss though. As the 747 climbed, the stewardess sing- songed, and the blood drained from my extremities. I did have my com- plimentary copy of The Globe and Mail to peruse. : In which I got to read about how the Other Half lives. Or rather flies. King Fahd of Saudi Arabia is the other half in this case. A poor little Arabian Monarch whose pathetic fly- blown kingdom consists of several million acres of useless, sun-seared sand. Which sits over several jillion bar- rels of crude oil. Also known as Black Gold. Suffice to say that King Fahd has a couple of bucks rustling around in his burnoose. This is a man who can afford to take cabs, tip big and travel first-class. Especially in the air. Listen to how my complimentary edition of The Globe and Mail describes the "per- sonal aircraft" King Fahd expects to be flying around in next year. It is, for starters, roomy. A Boe- ing 747, slightly used. When renova- tions are completed, King Fahd's winged runabout will feature a three- storey elevator, chandeliers, an emergency medical center equipped for surgery, an upper deck lounge and royal suite, a main deck, a for- ward lounge, a conference room, a dining room, several guest chambers and a room that will house the hard- ware for a worldwide communica- tions system. King Fahd will not have to "enplane" by clambering up one of those ricky ticky aluminum staircases that you and I get to risk vertigo on -- oh my, no. His Royal Nibs will enter through a specially built stairway system that includes a bulletproof, box-like elevator which slides down a ramp. Once inside, he will transfer to the interior elevator, which serves the bottom deck, main deck and the top deck, where the Royal Suite has been installed. Sure. But what happens if he can't find his boarding pass? Did I mention that all the fixtures -- right down to the flush lever on the biffy -- are gold-plated? Or that everything that isn't gold-plated is either leather or mahogany or something even more expensive? Have I talked about the overall '"'theme" of King Fahd's Flying Palace? Well, the designer says he is striving to create 'the feel of an English Great Hall, but on a more collapsed scale."' Remember friends, we're talking about an airplane here. It is not in the air yet. Renovations are still going on inside a special, guarded hangar in San Antonio, Texas. When they're finished, one Boeing 747-300 which normally car- ries 496 passengers, will have been completely gutted and remodelled to carry ... one passenger -- plus perhaps a couple of dozen close per- sonal groupies. Oh yes ... and there will be the tiny matter of the ah ... bill for services rendered. One hundred and fifty million bucks, give or take a dime. Heck, that's not much. The Cana- dian Air Force pays that much for fighters that can't even stay in the air. Besides ... what's a poor oil- soaked Arab King supposed to do -- fly standby?