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-Page 4,- Terrace Bay-Schreiber, News, Wednesday, May~20, 1987 Schreiber Advertising Office Is your car tired? Canada is now approaching that annual event that tries the' soul of even the most hardened motorist- the pothole season, and everyone knows the North has its share of potholed, bum- py and treacherous roads. The rising and falling temperatures associated with spring contribute to the formation of potholes as water seeps into pavement cracks and freezes, expanding and crumbling the road surface. Hitting deep potholes has been documented to loosen wheel covers, rupture tires, bend wheels and throw the front end suspension system out of alignment. Repeated impacts with potholes can affect your car's tire inflation, wheel balance or wheel alignment, say engineers. The result is not only excessive wear to tires, but the possibility of poor handling. Symptoms of damage caused by pothole impacts may be a car that drifts to one side of the road when driven down a straight, level highway or a constant vibration in the front end. Underinflation of tires can cause vehicle handling pro- blems. Using a tire pressure gauge, measure the tire pressure in all four tires. This should be done when the tire is "cold", which means prior to driving more than several miles. Note the pressure levels and then go to a service station and add the appropriate amount of air according to the vehicle manufacturer's recommendations. Vibration or "shimmy" in the front end of a car may be due to unbalanced wheels. A wheel weight can be jarred loose on impact with a pothole and abnormal and unsafe handling can result. A missed wheel weight leaves a mark where it was previously attached to the wheel. It's a good idea to have your tires, wheel and alignment checked at least once a year or more. Don't leave your car's proper condition to chance. Be safe, not sorry. Don't let northern roads ruin your car or cost you addi- tional expense. Now it a good time to check your whole car for the summer. -W.M. THACKERAY Quote of the Week '*There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man, that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write."' Arthur Black By Arthur Black "A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer." Ralph Waldo Emerson Maybe so, Ralph Waldo, but those can be five mighty long minutes. The tricky. thing about being a hero is that you never know if you are one until it's too late to change anyway. I've met one or two genuine heroes in my time, one of them back in my high school days. There was a guy in our school I'll call Dave Orc. I've changed his name because if he's still around he'd still be quite capable of turn- ing me into dog meat with one punch. Orc was big and dumb and mean. So big that he could have wrestled professionally from Grade Nine on if he'd had any talent. So dumb that he stayed in Grade Nine for a record setting four straight years. So mean that nobody messed with him -- ever. And that included the teachers. One of Orc's favourite diver- sions was to walk straight down the centre of the high school cor- ridor, eyes hooded, lip curled. He Ra Ag ee ee ee é errace Bay The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 679, Terrace Bay, Ontario, POT 2W0. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. - Second Class Malling Permit Number 0867 Editor? eS ee ee ee ee eee Ken Lusk Sines CO ae ae. ee te Betty St. Amand Be ao Oey pe a eae Ca ee Gayle Fournier Single copies 35 cents Subscription rates per year in town $14.00 out of town $18.00 Member of Ontario Community Newpapers Association and The Canadian Community Newspapers Association "LIFE GOES FULL CIRCLE -- / GOT FH/8 HABIT OUT BEHIND THE BARN |" Letters to the editor Resident responds to last week's letter on medical professionalism Dear Editor; I am not usually a person to express my opinion publicly through the media, but in this case I felt I had a responsibility to do so. I was appalled at the com- ments and accusations hurled at our local medical system in last weeks' letter to the editor. My goodness, we should thank whomever one_ personally chooses to thank for their bless- ings, for the medical services that are provided for us here in Ter- race Bay. We have a fabulous hospital structure with some of the most up-to-date equipment available. To top that off, from ad- ministration to lab technicians to cooks to nurses to doctors to cleaning personnel , we have an all around quality health care system. If an emergency medical situa- tion cannot be adequately handlI- ed here, we are minutes away from a major health care centre, thanks to the availability of the medical helicoptor service. liked watching the rest of us scramble to get out of his way. Once in a while he'd run into a knot of kids with their backs turned, not paying attention. Orc would go through them like a Department of Highways snow- plough through a drift. But Orc is not the hero of this piece. Orc was a bully and a bum. There was another kid in my class who was one of the least heroic-looking people I've ever seen. He was kind of homely and gawkly and he always wore a white shirt. He was quiet and friendless -- the kind of kid who often got a table all to himself in the school cafeteria. One day this kid was standing in the hall with his back turned when Dave Orc steamed into him, sending his binder flying and textbooks flut- tering. In a flawless move, ballet- like in its elegance, the kid turned around, reached way, way up....and smacked Orc right on the nose. It was such an astounding feat that there wasn't so much as a gasp from those of us watching. None of us had imagined you could even reach Orc's nose, much less punch it. Even Orc was flabbergasted -- so much so that he looked foolish and clumsy when be tried to retaliate. Three teachers were on him before he could even reach the kid. I was a shy Grade Niner at the time, but I had to seek out the kid in the white shirt and find out why a guy would: deliberately flirt with oblivion by doing what he did. He looked at me as if he hadn't totally thought it through himself. "I don't know why I hit him" he said, "I just had to do it." Now if I had been that kid I would have changed schools, run away to sea -- stopped wearing those conspicuous white shirts at the very least. But he didn't and Orc never bothered him again. The kid in the white shirt became my first genuine hero. Met another one in the news- paper the other day -- an Arizona skydiver by the name of Gregory Robertson. A few weeks ago Robertson was participating in a / mass sky dive outside of Phoenix. He was soaring toward the ground, +++ spOreakeagled, drinking in the view as, waiting for the proper time to open his parachute when something hur- dled past him, streaking toward the earth. It was Debbie Williams, a 31-year-old novice skydiver. She'd collided with another diver, knocked herself out and was now dropping like a stone to certain death on the desert below. Robertson watched her, murmured to himself "Aw bleep, I wonder if I can do this?" Then he tucked his head, pointed his arms like Superman and went into a headfirst dive towards the unconscious, plum- meting Williams. You have to understand that time was running out. They were both screaming toward earth and more important, towards that crit- ical moment beyond which there's no point opening your parachute because you're going to be squashed like a bug on a wind- shield, chute or no chute. Robert- son was betting he could reach Williams, pull her ripcord, disen- tangle himself and pull his rip- cord, all in time to save both of them. He won the bet. Williams hit the ground unconscious and she hit hard, breaking a couple of ribs. But thanks to Robertson her parachute was open and she lived. If one has ever spent time as a patient in the hospital here, they can appreciate first-hand the quality care one receives. Let's be realistic...we've all bee n subjected to a wait at the doctor's office at one time or another. Yet one'must appreciate see medical page 8 Reminds me of another acrial heroics story. In 1941 a New Zealand Flying Officer by the name of James Ward won a Vic- toria Cross for himself by climb- ing out onto the wing of his Wellington bomber to put out a fire in the starboard engine. All of this 13,000 feet above the Zuider Zee, with Luftwaffe fight- ers buzzing around and enemy flak coming up from below. Ward may have been brave in the thick of battle but he was mute with stage fright when he had to face Winston Churchill for the cere- mony at 10 Downing Street. "You must feel very humble and awkward in my presence," rumbled the Prime Minister. "Y-y-yes sir," pepped Ward. "Then" said the British Bull- dog, "you can imagine how hum- ble and awkward I feel in yours."