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PAGE 6 â€"â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY . Second Clasys Mail Registration Number 3540 Maybe the city of Waterloo would inform the majority of its residents must do to receive the same pam afforded the proverbial "chosen few the Glenridge area. CEEC RIPELESPORR§N MDC OMOTC In yet another in a long list of "jumpâ€"how high?" decisions, council has bowed to the pressure of a handful of Glenridge residents in refusing to allow the operators of Super Skate Seven to hold an outdoor dance with noise bylaw exemption later this month. And so once again the holierâ€"thanâ€"thou homeowners get their way, citing loss of outdoor enjoyment and children being unable to sleep as the supposed reasons for not wanting the concert. Never mind that it is a oneâ€"time event, an event where partial proceeds that could have reached an estimated $1,700 would have been directed to a charitable cause, in this case Anselma House. Never mind that adequate security would have been hired, or that the occasion would have allowed our young adults to get together and have fun, in a novel way, while aiding a good cause. And that the entire affair would have ended at 11 p.m. on a Friday night. No, when these Glenridge residents bark, the city jumps back in fear, for who knows what reason. The preposterous demands of residents have already made a mockery of Hillside Park ball diamonds, which would otherwise be regarded as probably the finest in the province. A constant whine from beyond the trees has resulted in Mickey Mouse rules, unreasonable restricâ€" tions on the park‘s major tenants, and continual ill feelings, as late as Sunday afternoon, between ball fans and residents. The transparent nature of the residents‘ argument was exposed Monday night at council when resident spokesman Dr. Arthur Jones indicated that neighborâ€" hood approval for the dance might have been given had Super Skate Seven allotted more than one dollar from each $5 ticket to Anselma House. That, of course, would remove the frightful sin of the dance making a profit, while at the same time presumably allowing Glenridge children to sleep better and residents to better enjoy the outdoors. _ What scares us is, what would ever happen if the Glenridge residents ever had something worthwhile to complain about? What if they had a garbage dump on their doorstep, blowing debris on their property for years and years? What if the city came along and decided to cut their front lawns in half to widen roads? What if they lived beside Mutual Life and faced six months of weeknight construction of a new office tower "out of necessity?" What if the city allowed a new parking lot to be built smack in the middle of their neighborhood, with access from Hillside right past their homes to University Avenue? And wouldn‘t it be interesting if one of their own decided to build a granny flat in their midst? Presumably, using this case as precedent, the city will also cancel all future evening drum and bugle corps competitions at Seagram Stadium, plus _ any of the Sounds of Summer events that will go into early evening and disrupt the comfort zone of Albert Street and Westmount area residents. Heck, why should they be forced to listen to music in their backyards? Haven‘t they too been subject to the "brunt of intrusion over the years."‘ > Or is it simply a case that in the eyes of the city, some of our residents are more equal than others? Council‘s rejection of this outdoor dance (we note the admirable support of aldermen Mary Jane Mewhinney and Brian Turnbull) is shameful. Absolutely shameâ€" ful. Is that Anselma House we hear in the background, sending its regards? Shameful published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterioo Record Ltd., owner a â€" 225 Fairway Rd S., Kitchener, Ont. address correspondence to Waterloo office s 12 Erb St Eo. Waterloo, Ont NZJ 17. telephone 886 2830 Waterioo Chronicle othce is located in the Haney. White Law Office Building (rear entrance. uppet fHoor) Parking at the rear of the building Open Monday to Friday 9 00 a m to 5 00 p m Naterloo would be so kind as to of its residents as to what they the same pampered treatment al "chosen few" homeowners in Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbeli established 1854 11, It has been one tough week all around. First, last Tuesday I get this kink in my neck that prevented me from looking to the right. Automatically, I had to get someone else to write the editorial for the week. Ha, ha. But worse, it meant that 1 was forced to the sidelines during our weekly sloâ€"pitch encounter, a tremendouslyâ€"played contest by our squad which resulted in victory. After the game, we‘re shaking hands with the other team, and this guy says to me ‘"nice game, coach."" Coach. COACH. Like I was Sparky Anderson for crying out loud, or worse yet, Leo Durocher or Casey Stengel. Nice game, coach. Oh, I felt so old. Next thing, my teammates will be calling me the Sultan of Kink. Then Thursday evening I‘m scanning through what some people refer to as the favorite family journal and what do I come across? A report in W. Gifford Jones‘ column about the fact that printer‘s ink can play havoc with your sex life, because many females were reporting a, ahem, certain itch after their husbands had been reading the newspaper in bed. The conclusion? Newspapers and sex do not make good bed partners. Drat. There goes the autumn inâ€"house advertising camâ€" paign. Things just went from bad to worse after that. Lost a bet on Canada‘s World Cup soccer result (I‘m not saying what the bet was), my Thursday afternoon golf game had to be cancelled, and someone else won the Lotto 6/49 jackpot. But the real cruncher came last weekend when I discovered that CHUMâ€"AM, the rock‘n‘roll radio station I grew up with in Toronto, has made a dramatic shift in programming to a mix of golden and recent oldies. Bad enough to have that dagger plunged in my heartâ€"a station press release twisted it by saying the move was made so that the station could grow up with its listeners. Egad, they‘re not only doing it to me, they‘re doing it for I hasten to point out I have no qualms with this «"solid gold‘"‘ trend adopted by local radio stations such as WGR in Buffalo, CKEY in Toronto and CKKW right here in the Twin Cities. I happen to enjoy the music of 10 or 20 years ago far more than the current crop, and it‘s a real pleasure to have these alternatives to the new music. "I fail to see why we would let three people, four." It is written Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor My CHUM or two people. or even one person burn, but which I hear is also being tossed on the discard heap, the Chumdinger (fastest rising hit) of the week and so much more? Packing contemporary rock in? That‘s like putting in a piano bar at the Hard Rock Cafe, isn‘t it? I can still remember those Saturday afternoons heading up to Eaton‘s Warehouse on Sheppard Ave. in Toronto, where you‘d zoom to the CHUM chart rack to find out about the hottest hits,‘ then go over to the wall of 45s to make your 66â€"cent selection. (I really am dating myself). I reâ€" member the Beatles having seven or eight of the top 10 hits, and the thrill of seeing my favorite new song as the Chumadinger of the week. And those oh so neat caricatures of the jocks on the front of the charts. Waterloo landlord Ken Morrison on the licensing of lodging houses â€" SEE PAGE 1 Now, it is rumored, most people who listen to AM radio are over 35, and that the type of music CHUM has rejected is found by most youngsters somewhere on the FM dial. There is no question that archâ€"rival CFTR in Toronto is rubbing its hands with glee, now being the sole contemporary hit station in its major AM market. But I did not grow up with CFTR, I grew up with CHUM, and while I wish them every success in their bold move, somehow I fear for the worst. It will become one of many stations which have adopted the golden oldie format, and unless it does so better than the rest, it will soon become a sunken ship instead of the flag ship it once was. How ironic. They are going to the type of music I grew up with, the type of music I want to hear, yet I‘m not sure CHUM is where I want to hear it. CHUM is a station that should go handâ€"inâ€"hand with youngsters, and good times at the beach, and partying. Its appeal should not rest with the overâ€"theâ€"hill folks, who count among their midst a stiffâ€"necked sloâ€"pitch player who looks more and more like Sparky Anderson every day. What I‘m really going to miss, I suppose, is the opportunity a few years down the road of barging into a teenager‘s room and shrieking *‘ You got that confounded CHUM on again? You call that music? Sounds like a couple of cats battling it out in the back alley." You see, parents hated CHUM. And that made us want to listen to it more than ever. Now, their music is going to appeal to parents, instead of kids. It doesn‘t fit, does it? l‘“r'n-;o'a;‘i)-l:e's;};a.â€" f}fiay just go back to reading my newspaper in bed. not