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The report is a first step, and a good one. Because no matter how small potatoes the request may have seemed to some, it represented the desires of an entire community associationâ€"a tightlyâ€"knit group that has led by example in trying to make its own neighborhood, the facilities therein,and the city as a whole, a better place to live. Now, two weeks later, council has ordered a report on the possibility of bringing in a pooperâ€"scooper bylaw, which, as Carroll pointed out, will have to travel complicated avenues before falling into place. And that is a goal that merits serious consideration from all of us. In retrospect, both the mayor and this newspaper erred in their evaluation of the issue, especially given the angry response of Lincoln Village residents, who, after taking the time to address council, felt their presentation received superficial treatment at best. At a time when council was dealing with other heady issues in its 1987 plan, perhaps members were taken aback by Harper‘s request, especially Mayor Marjorie Carroll who commented "I understand what you‘re saying, but I‘m not sure we‘re ready to tackle stoopâ€"andâ€"scoop quite yet."‘ And the Chronicle followed suit, editorially comâ€" menting that "doggyâ€"doo aside, council was also confronted by serious issues..." Two weeks ago, one of those residents of Waterloo, Lincoln Village Community Association president George Harper, went before council to address its 1987 Goals and Objectives. Harper suggested that the city would do well to investigate a stoopâ€"andâ€"scoop bylaw to ensure that Waterloo will have active parks in the future, free from the "deposits‘‘ that Harper claims now spoil the greenspace for youngsters and nature lovers alike. In the same light, municipal councils must take the same approach. They are not in place to legislate world peace, promote nuclear disarmament, or supply relief to famineâ€"struck Third World countries. Their concern should be focused entirely on the municipality and residents they serve and represent. It has been said that the strength of a community newspaper lies in its ability and willingness to tackle the small potato issues and concerns of its coverage area. No neighborhood item, large or small, should be ignored if its readership is to be properly served. Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 established 1864 | Address all correspondence to Waterioo office, 45 Erb St. E., _ Waterioo, Ont. N2ZJ 1L7. Telephone 886â€"2830, News and Sports line 886â€"3021. P 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. to 5 p.m. ‘ Publisher: Paul Winkler Waterido Chronicle is published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of JEMCOM Inc., owner. Publishing address 225 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. Small is big 3 <<> SN1\ a t%, S Guaczeen Mpeaaaoess ar anse l Typesetting and Composing: Senior reporter: Melodee Martinuk Reporters: Mark Bryson (news) Letters welcome : Jerry Fischer Richard O‘Brien (sports) er: Rick Campbell : Bill Karges : Helen Smiley, Paula Hummel, Gerry Mattice ng: Barb Seeley : Greg Cassidy Fairway Press three hours, I was issuing directives to my older stars a goodâ€"asâ€"goid baby like myself came along as her third child, since her first two nearly drove her to the nuthouse. "Not little Rickyâ€"tick, though, lmm&euwumnummumum room three hours later, come back and he‘ll be in exactly the same spot, same beautifu) smile." What she did not realize was that during those horrible," said concerned family members. "Lisâ€" ten," I garbled back at them, "you may as well learn it now, all life is not a bow! of cherries." Infancy I was less than two weeks old when I had this undeniable urge to show the world 1 was tough as nails. So I spit up every formula fed to me, settling instead for a horribleâ€"tasting, pasty goo. "I don‘t know how he can eat that stuff, it looks and smells Well, I‘ve thought about it a lot and have decided that in order to prevent someone from capitalizing on the sensational aspects of my life by writing His Way: The Unauthorized Biography of Rick Campbell, I‘m going to set the record straight right here and now, before the record is even made. Yes, folks, I‘m going to tell all about the seamier side of my illustrious life and times, right here and now, so that no one may later capitalize on that which is rightfully mine, first dibs at my life story . I know you‘re going to want all the juicy details, so take warning, if there are any sensitive readers out there, perhaps you should now turn instead to Ted Rooney‘s column. (Which some of you do at this point anyway.) _ Yes. If I was writing my life story now, the following would definitely be included: One thing that bothers me though is (and 1 feel no sympathy for Sinatra, fully responsible for the seamier issues the book deals with) can you just imagine yourself in Frankie‘s shoes? I mean, you decide that you don‘t want someone to write a book about your lifeâ€"â€"and they go ahead and do it anyway? Your life, their book. But squirming as much as anyone these days is ol‘ Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra, due to the thoroughly researched and thoroughly engrossing unauthorized biography penned by Kitty Kelley. For months His Way: The Unauthorized Biograâ€" phy of Frank Sinatra has topped the bestseller list and I‘m now about haifway through the book, totally impressed with Kelley‘s effort and never wanting to put the book down. Then we have poor old Liberace near death, reportedly from about 38 different diseases and health afflictions, none of which are AIDS. But bring up the topic of his imminent passing, and anyone will say: "yeh, too bad, guy‘s got AIDS eh? There, up at the Golden Globe awards podium Sunday were Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd accepting top TV actor and actress awardsâ€"but spending most of their time in the limelight vigorously defending themselves and denying the rumor they can‘t stand each other, which they can‘t, I think. Spread it around. Boy, show business types sure are having tough time of it lately aren‘t they. .: Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor Whose way? My sexual orientation was also subject to vicious rumor when I hung a calendar in my dorm room sponsored by the Preservation and Appreciation of New Zealand Spring Lamb Society. Family Life Oh, it started out OK, I guess, but with my wife working in Toronto severai days a week, I‘m getting the heat from our twoâ€"yearâ€"old cabbage patch daughter to pass up my snooker night with the boys to stay home and babysit. Over my dead body. "Listen up, shrimpo," I tell her, "you‘re not a baby anymore, you can look after yoursel{f just fine while daddy goes out and loses the grocery money .‘‘ So there you have it. All, or most of the dark corners of my life. NOW let‘s see someone try to write my unauthorized biography. Go ahead, just got bored and then we would head to the supermarket and terrorize the free sample lady at the end of the aisle. "Hey, those cheese puffs aren‘t bad, eh Franko. Think I‘ll have anotha." ‘‘*Now kids, leave some for our adult customers who have money to buy the product.‘"‘ "Shut your flapper, babe, or we‘ll blow this umbrelia stand of yours to kingdom come." University Days I didn‘t realize it at the time, but I‘m now told the only reason I was given a passing grade in abnormal psychology was because they feared if I was confronted with another failure in my life, I would turn into chapter 12. Adolescent Years It was during this time in my life when I joined the Raleigh gang. A bunch of us would ride our bikes aimlessly around the neighborhood until we Later that year, I also committed my first breakâ€"andâ€"enter. I drilled a slapshot from the backyard rink through the laundry. room window and it was the only puck we had. Our house was locked and no one was home, but I got two older guys to shove me through the milkbox. Not only did 1 get the puck, but I also scoffed a swig of milk while I was in there. It was when I was eight that I was first suspected to be in cahoots with the crime syndicate. One Saturday winter morning, our hockey team, with an 0â€"9 record was about to hit the ice against the firstâ€"place team. "We‘ll probably lose about 23â€"0," I muttered to a teammmate. And wouldn‘t you know, we did. "I think that skinny kid over in the corner with his old man undoing his skates is a plant," said one father. "I think he‘s on the take, how else would he know that they were going to lose 23â€"0?" off?" Or "hey sis, don‘t think the spaghetti is heatin‘ up fast enough, why don‘t you go crank that burner up to high?" Yup, that was me, goodâ€"asâ€" gold. Early childhood brother and sister on how to drive Mom nuts. ‘‘Hey, bro, what‘s say you scoot on over to the d;lfiil.l-g room tablg and yank that ugly tablecloth