ing your athletes, your people, of their right to individual freedom. And that stinks, every bit as much as apartheid. And to the 32 boycotting federations, especially the Olympic Association of Bermuda, shame, shame on you all. You parade around strutting your hypocritical ideals, all the while committing a similar sinâ€"â€"deprivâ€" Just as predictably, the Soviets seized their first real opportunity to fight back by boycotting the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles. Horrors, everyone cried, without an athletic confrontation of the superâ€" powers, the Games will be a bust and a mockery of true athletic competition. Were they? Yes, in fact they were so much of a bust they "busted‘" athletic records, attendance records, and financial records in going down as the most successful Olympic Games in history. Political boycott? Who noticed? No one. To the countries who sent their best to the Commonwealth Games in Edinburgh to challenge the ‘"‘Friendship Games‘"‘ at the highest possible level of athletic competition for sports sake and sports sake alone, a tip of the hat. May the Games and your athletes provide stirring moments and lasting memoâ€" ries in the true spirit of the Games. We do not have that short a memory that we forget the mockery of our boycott of the 1980 Moscow Olympics, when the Canadians and Americans stayed at home to, ahem, bring attention to the human atrocities the Soviets were committing on the world stage. Many of our finest athletes saw their entire careers go down the drain with one wellâ€"intentioned but unsupported pronouncement from our governing body. Had the boycott been extended to a total boycott and the severing of all ties with the Soviets, the move might have had an effect, but the Canadian government was, not surprisingly, gutless in areas where it might have had to account for its actions. Instead, it seized the highâ€"profile but lowâ€"risk athletic arena to throw stones at faraway glass housesâ€"â€"and we all know today what effect the move had. None. Can you spell Afghanisâ€" Most appalling is the thought that for a while last week, it appeared Canada was seriously considering joining the boycott after Prime Minister Mulroney dulled his chin attempting to persuade Margaret Thatcher to see things his way vis a vis the situation in South Africa. Thankfully, it proved nothing more than unsubstantiated rumor. This is but one example of the hypocrisy involved in the boycotting of athletic events for political purposes. The practice does nothing to effectively raise longâ€"term awareness of political problems, causes heightened ill feelings between countries formerly on good terms, robs athletes of their individual freedoms, sabotages the years of hard work and efforts of organizing personnel, and creates artificial barriers in arenas that are designed to bring humans together for greater global understanding. PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY. JULY 30. 1986 Because of host Britain‘s refusal to impose economic sanctions against South Africa, 32 teams have pulled out of the Games; that group includes Bermuda among its members, even though Bermuda premier John Swan gave lastâ€"minute approval to allow the team to participate. Caught in the political crossfire of an issue that had no connection with their presence in Edinburgh, the Bermudan team hurriedly assembled at the back of the pack for opening ceremonies, only to be told by the team‘s Olympic: association and sponsoring body two days later that the boycott was on and they were to return home. If it is true that we learn best from our mistakes, then the 32 countries boycotting the Commonwealth Games in Edinburgh should be a collective wealth of knowledge this week after their boneâ€"headed attempts to use their athletes as political pawns. Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell Circulation manager: Greg Cassidy Display advertising: Helen Smiley, Paula Hummel! Classified advertising: Marie Kapshey Editorial: Melodee Martinuk, Mark Bryson (news); Richard O‘Brien (sports) Circulation: June Toushan, Jerry Fischer Typesetting and Composing: Fairway Press + Publisher: Paul Winkier " Waterioo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterioo Record Ltd., owner. Publishing address 225 Fairway Rd. S , Kitchener, Ont Address all correspondence to Waterioo office, 45 Erb St E. Waterioo, Ont N2J 1L7 Telephone 886â€"2830 News and Sports line 886â€"302 1 Watertoo Chronicle office is located in the Haney, White law office building (rear entrance, upper floor). Parking at the rear of the building Open Monday to Friday, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Second Class Mail Registration No. 5540 For what? MTDA~ Con s OR im *uevg established 1854 Ah, the memories of those summer vacations. The huge woodstove at Lake Koshlong, the bacon and eggs sizzling in the skillet, the ice blocks for the ice box, sounds of the crickets when you got to For some, those who work at companies who close down at this time, the holiday is arbitrarily set. Lucky them. Others pick the last two in July because they hook into the long weekend in August (yes, it is here already). Still others feel that holidays in midsummer help break up summer monotony for children. And there are also those who feel thatâ€"â€"with exceptionsâ€"the last two in July are the best weatherâ€"wise of the entire year. During my childhood, our destinations varied, but whether it was a cottage in Haliburton, Georgian Bay or Muskoka, my parents always made sure the "must have‘" ingredients were there. Meaning lakeâ€"front, sandy bottom, three bedrooms, screen porch, nearby general store. And nearby laundryâ€"nice holiday, eh Mom? I rarely take structured holidays in the summer anymore, since weekend retreats at the inâ€"laws in Lindsay are but an evening‘s drive away, but I would be lying by saying I don‘t miss the romanticism of midâ€"summer holiday up north. Judging from the traffic on Ontario highways the past two weekends, it remains a favorite time slot for vacationers heading north, east, west and I suppose at times even south to their holiday reâ€" treats. For me, this time right now has a special place in my heart. It was my family‘s favorite vacation time, the memories seem almost too numerous to mention. Around our household, it was fondly referred to as "the last two weeks in July." There isn‘t a soul around who doesn‘t have a favorite time of year. For some, it is early spring, the first signs of life reâ€"born. Others prefer hot summers at the beach, the cool crisp breezes on a colorful autumn afternoon, or snowyâ€"white winter wonderlands. â€"â€"LETTERS â€"It is written “I_t_certainly would be interesting to see how the Supreme Court of Canada would rule on that The article titled "Here‘s how to make which are documented in the indepenâ€" council take notice‘"‘ by R. Gilchrist in the dently researched article in the Kâ€"W Chronicle of July 23 implies that we Record of July 23. misrepresented our case to City Council. We made no misrepresentation or J.R. Playford exaggeration. I feel I have been misquotâ€" Blythwood Road Traffic Committee Also other incidents on Blythwood Road pU® MA‘? / E 7. / w ; 7 > “’ 6£ f’ e I i â€" > Sam! The last two Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor Lodging task force chairman Dale Bairstow on Waterloo‘s fiveâ€"unrelatedâ€"persons zoning bylaw. â€"SEE PAGE 3 And it always was. And each and every place, each and every memory, remains a picture postcard in my mind. But it was all worth it, to live for those last two weeks in July, when we‘d pack the trunk with boxes, pack the roof rack with suitcases, pack the back seat with towels and bedding, and pile in to head to cottage country. Even when I didn‘t know where we were going, I always knew it would be someplace beautiful. Then, on to various cottages along Georgian Bay, the gorgeous sunsets, the precious "good spots"" for fishing, miles of sandy beaches, Saturday nights on the main drag at Wasaga, galloping over the sand dunes, curling your toes in the ribboned sand bars, the first attempts at waterskiing, skipping stones (my record‘s 11, though you must take my word for the final three), barbecued burgers in the big country kitchen. And Muskoka, is there anywhere to match the romance of Muskoka? Cool deep shimmering waters, majestic resorts, quaint, picturesque golf courses, Saturday night dances in Bala, lineups at the beer store, panoramic canoe trips, Millionâ€" aire‘s Row, boathouse saunas, neighborly cookâ€" outs, laidâ€"back evenings, listening to the loons. sleep on the porch, catching that first sunâ€"fish on a wood pole lovinglyâ€"whittled by Grandpa, the scary path to the secluded outhouse, the sparkling well water, the farewell bonfire on the rocky ground out back, the quaint general store and train station in the little crossroads known as Donald. Lest anyone view this a oneâ€"sided description, certainly there were also the mosquitoes, the black flies, the yucky snakes, the‘stubbed toes, the fishâ€"hooks in the feet, the backedâ€"up septic tanks, the horrendous traffic jams, the freeâ€"loading friends and relatives, the weekends of nothing but rain, rain, rain, the pain of an allâ€"tooâ€"short roâ€" mance. Of course there have been other inâ€" cidents that I have not witnessed, some of which are documented in the indepenâ€" dently researched article in the Kâ€"W Record of July 23. ed as saying "that there was one car hit and two rabbits killed.‘"‘ In fact, I said that ‘"I have seen one car hit and two rabbits killed." U