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t 10A9 â€"â€" ARP@ t ® AIAMATAIZ Yanz>aveagw 3 nuanakn emiqaraw PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESOAY. SEPTEMBER 3. 1986 Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 Waterioo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Watertoo Record Ltd., owner. Publishing address 225 Fairway Rd. S.. Kitchener, Ont. Address ail correspondence to Waterioo office, 45 Erb St. E., Waterioo, Ont. N2J 117 to 5 p.m. Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell Circulation manager: Greg Cassidy Display advertising: Helen Smiley, Paula Hummel, Gerry Mattice Classified advertising: Marie Kapshey Editorial: Melodee Martinuk, Mark Bryson (news); Richard O‘Brien (sports) Circulation: June Toushan, Jerry Fischer Typesciting and Composing: Fairway Press Publisher: Paul Winkle? _ gmmmm. Cl Telephone 886â€"2830 News and Sports line 886â€"3021 Waterioo 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 The Olympic Games, in our humble opinion, are like swimming pools. Great funâ€"as long as they‘re in someone else‘s backyard. â€" â€" â€" What we are saying is we aren‘t enthused at the prospect of having the 1996 Olympics held in our backyardâ€"â€"or even one 60 miles to the east, where some wayward Torontonians are all hot to trot over a proposed bid to entertain the sporting world for the 1996 Summer Games. First of all, the 1996 Games will mark the 100th anniversary of the revival of the Olympics in Athens, Greece. What better place to hold centennial celebraâ€" tions? Forget all the hogwash about Athens being a significant security risk. None of that washes with the International Olympic Committee, which fancies itself a world peacemaker in its own right, despite the conflicts that have flared in recent past Games. I0C president Juan Antonio Samaranch recently visited Greece and as much as encouraged the Greeks to bid for the Games, which they will do anyway. Perhaps not a rubber stamp, but it is plain to see where I0C loyalties lie. What is wrong with these people, these civic officials who have yet to adequately stifle the cries of wasteful spending on a domed stadium, who daily face crucial decisions affecting the social and economic welfare in the big city, and who now consider an Olympic bid just about the grandest idea since sliced bread? Too many salads for lunch? Even should they present themselves . a viable alternative to Athens, what can the Toronto backers hope for, other than the odd "thrill of victory." They have their heads in the clouds if they think they can duplicate the financial success of the Los Angeles 1984 Summer Games. That success was rooted in wholesale financial backing from the private sector, and similar support is simply not readily available from Canadian counterparts. We have no comparable nationalistic pride. Our tendency, contrary to our American neighbors, is to financially look before we leap, and besides, any significant outlay on the part of the private sector would be entangled in ethical if not legal chaos. Witness the proposed domed stadium. Typiâ€" cally, the private sector backed the L.A. Games to prove that no one can throw a party as well as the Americans. They are right, then and now. â€" _ Television contracts? They have skyrocketed through the roof, and sooner or later the big American networks will come to their senses and stop making those openâ€"ended offers simply to gain the title of network of record. And what can Joe Public look forward to during the Games? Mindâ€"boggling transit adjustments, enormous traffic disruption, barbedâ€"wire fences around (York University) residences, indiscriminate security checks, limitation on freedom of movement, increased pressure on emergency services. OK, to be fair, a few tourism bucks and perhaps a world record or two. And hey, Kâ€"W could get in on the action too, reportedly through the use of the Kitchener Aud for wrestling, Centennial Stadium for soccer and UW for "practice sessions."" Oh, check our blood pressure, surely the excitement is too, too much. The I0C will not make its 1996 selection until four years down the road. We offer, with a sentimental tear in our eye, that the Games, to symbolically and historically mark the centennial occasion, be awarded to Athens. Somehow, we have the feeling, Centennial Stadium will get over the snub, bless its little leaky heart. Letters welcome _ _We‘ll pass It happened again Monday night. I was returning to Waterloo from summer‘s last long weekend, and barely had I reached our city limits when that undeniable wave of nostalgia came over me, sparked by the sights and sounds of our two universities coming alive for another fall/winter semester. I had no reason to cruise up King Street, but I did anyway, and was anything but disappointed. Firstâ€"night acquaintances, crossing the street in giggly groups, playing twiâ€"light touch football in the schoolyard, peering through store windows at what Waterloo retail has to offer, sitting quietly over coffees in Uptown restaurants, reclined on a grassy knoll discussing lost loves or the one in the Roots sweatshirt across the street, checkin‘ out Forwell‘s, heading back to residence to mousse up for the the opening night icebreaker. Wonderful stuff. Memories, Strange city, this, choosing summer as the time of year to commence hibernation, but come Labor Day, the emergence is undeniable, we rise from the dead to become a vibrant force, a force that will remain until the nextformal student siesta. I have cherished this week every year since I first made the trek here in 1972, a naive, wideâ€"eyed stringâ€"bean heading out on my own for the first time. Those now in the same shoes no doubt share the same feeling of excitement, of uncertainty, of new freedoms, of fears, of desires. Reâ€"living those feelings always brings the nostailgia wave front and centre for me, and moves me to bang off a welcoming piece to all new students so that they may share another feeling I grew to appreciateâ€"the feeling of belonging. _ Statistically, students are among us yearâ€"round, but essentially the university population is emersed in our everyday way of life from September to May. In that time we share our neighborhoods with them, we shop the same stores as them, we dine in the same places, we share the s:ime services, often we develop close friendâ€" ships. But there is a dark side to this story in 1986, one which I feel badly about, but one that exists nevertheless. And that is a story of illâ€"feeling betweens permanent Waterloo residents and those who come to our schools and temporarily share our community. It is a feeling that largely surfaced last year, and one that has resulted in much legwork by both student bodies and municipal officials, both determined to replace the animosity with a return to positive community reâ€" lations. What has caused the animosity? Neighborhood residents point to absentee landlord situations, to inconsiderate students, to lack of teeth in city â€"It is written "It‘s neat when seven or eight years down the road you meet with their wives and children. They‘re (graduates) very successful in their occupations, have houses, pools and are very happy." Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor It can work University Heights (formerly Laurel Vocationâ€" al) academic programming head Bill Sinclair. â€" SEE PAGE 5 policy to deal with alleged violations. Students in turn cite rentâ€"gouging by landlords, squalid facilities, low vacancy rates and stereotypical attitudes towards students (as troublemakers) by residents. Landlords too have their say, of vandalism and destruction of property, of the need to protect their investments, of the hazards badâ€"apple types create, causing problems for the entire offâ€"campus student body. Perhaps the findings of the Student Housing Task Force, and bylaws initiated by the city in response to lodging and standards violations will go a long way in solving problems of the past. But in the end, what will be required from students, landlords and neighbors, is a willingness to walk a mile in each other‘s shoes. That‘s what happened in my second year of university when several of us rented a house in a peaceful downtown Kitchener neighborhood. Iniâ€" tially, the real estate firm hesitated to rent to students, but after a halfâ€"hour interview we were allowed to take possession. At that point, young and wild and free as we wanted to be, we knew that our behavior was being monitored, and that our school‘s reputation and the chance for future students to rent similar places, rested with our actions. The end result? Hardly a monasteryâ€"â€"we had parties, getâ€"togethers, overnight guests, lots of fun. But we didn‘t blare speakers out of upstairs balconies, we didn‘t paint the living room black and yellow, we didn‘t park three cars on the front lawn, we didn‘t relieve ourselves in the neighbor‘s garden. We had lots of fun, but not at the expense of our landlord or neighbors. In fact, we borrowed a lawn mower to cut the grass. We shovelled snowâ€"â€"ours and our elderly neighbor‘s. We hammered up some loose boards on the front porch, and put up the storm windows when fall came. Oh, and we made a point of getting to know our neighbors, and showing, by example, that students, yes students, can be outstanding pillars of a community. So what did we get in reâ€" turn? A daily smile from one neighbor, weekly home baking from another, mechanical help on our car, friendly waves. And an incredibly good feeling within, knowing that through our own hard work and determination, we became "the boys", a welcome addition to a tightlyâ€"knit community. Have a great year, returning and new students. All we ask is you treat your adopted city, your neighbors, and your home with respect. And may that respect be reciprocated a thousandfold, and your stay here be among your life‘s cherished memories. Mine was. Still is.