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But at a time when too many people are doing too much complaining and offering too few solutions, it is a delightful breath of fresh air from another direction. Good on Arcop for its dynamic ideas. We eagerly anticipate the final version--and trust the city will act with dispatch to get the ball rolling so the plan doesn't becomejust another carrot dangled before our eyes. With the current condition of vatown Waterloo today. the city cannot afford to let that happen. To add icing to the tempting cake, Arcop has done so using a "cyclical design process" which involves input not only from themselves but also from the city and general public in an attempt to establish the broadest possible spectrum in terms of problem analysis and ultimate solutions. In theory. no method is superior. Doesn't it all sound too good to be true? For some, it does. Too expensive. Too ambitious for the city to handle. Too revolutionary. Too detrimental to the existing core. Fortunately, however, the naysayers are in a distinct minority, as council members and a majority of open house visitors viewed the preliminary plans with gushing enthusiasm, on occasion in sheer awe. In three months, the Toronto-based consultin'g firm has not only tackled the problems of our grunting and groaning core head on-it has also conceptualized a wide variety of solutions, most bordering on the esthetipitlly magnificient. It may not cure all that ails Waterloo right now, but one thing is certain-the preliminary Uptown develop- ment plan from Arcop and Associates is just what the doctor ordered. wuauuulWN-Ikr“. Encore! Encore! Address all correspondence to Waterloo “not. as ma. E.. Waterloo. Ont. N” 11.1. 'Niertttme m. News and Sports line mam. Waterloo Ctttoetiek omee is located in the Haney. White law office building (rear entrance. upper noon. Parking at the rear tkthe Mining. Open lunacy to My 9 am. tos pan. Mater: Paul Winkler Waterloo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of JEMCOM Inc., owner. Publishing address 225 Fairway Rd. s., Kitchener. Ont. My Advertising: Helen Smiley, Paula Hummel, Gerry Malice Chained Alva-mm: Barb Seeley um: Jerry Fischer Typesetting ad Com: Fairway Press Sadat Mr: Melodee Mammal: w: Mark Bryson (news) JiLharEO'lén‘en (spam, I: Rick Campbell ". Bill Karges 't Greg Cassidy "Weil, Ricky. at five years old, I think you‘re Jatst a little young to be anyone's Valentine just yet." Iatttherecordattowiirtilltutrttorreamtt-t (ovum guy gmtther for breaking up that (and Didn't have a clue what she was talking about. so I heeded home later that day, showed my Mom the card. and said “Wendy wants to know if I will be her Valentine." out to be my only/ever opportunity tor a relationship with an a!!!" woman. But the all!“ didn't stop. In grade 2. Bettylou Bovanuealormeduptomeovertbe lunch Wand sud “Rick, here’s your Valentine." As it I had loat it and all: was lemming it. Valentine's Day. Even the mere mention of it makes me sweat under the collar. likely because I have few good memories of the occasion. My first encounter with Cupid's arrow occurred when I was in kindergarten and a six-year-old girl who lived on our street came by in the schoolya'rd playground, passed me this envelope and said. "Rick, will you be my Valentine?" cheering on the beats as they take on Boston Bruins. I practically went to the ends of the earth to secure those tickets. and I Just hope she appreciates it. "Valentine's Day is a day that a man shows a woman how much he loves her by showering her with all sorts of expensive gifts." claimed my wife Beth a year or so ago when silliness was an essential part of our newly-wed chemistry. "The woman does nothing. She is to be wined, dined, pampered by the man, who should also spare no expense in seeking out and purchasing the perfect gift for her." An interjection--she was dead serious. Now, at various times in my life. I have been called a hopeless romantic. Hopeless and roman- tic. And yes-even hopeless at romance. I have attempted to live up to my wife's expectations for Valentine's Day, but usually have tallen well short of the mark. And to show you what direction our marriage is headed in, this year 1 have arranged for the two of us to wine and dine at Pizza Hut, followed by an incredibly-emotional evening But there is one special occasion that makes me uneasy. Valentine's Day. Coming Saturday, to a household near you. As a rule, I do not have problems with special occasions. Birthdays, anniversaries, Mother's Day, Father's Day, all the regular holidays, no problem. "Uh, well, uh, will can I let you Arethereanymoreearrots-eeaatod5trrttie It is written Heart to heart Rick Campbell Chronicle Editor Pp" 4MPAOEI Aid.MU6oriatin-theeityurtunto page wink “one to Wag “canoe And If you believe that. then you surely don't Pt'rittd,trdhtt','t'gtrt',fvtgter1ttr, ofthkeolulnnhu 'tfgtafr.Aa-ettear%tiett fiowerMoeettnatttebeitdeaistAeetheeandy "one - until 11:? What's that»: dishwasher! Bteilt-iatorPttetattle? If you catch my drift, what I am saying here is that for me, Valentine’s Day ranks Mt up there with Heritage Day, and Say Hi To A Stranger Day, andAsmiieraussumsEftoet'NnnAhowat Day. Andao,1tahemywititoplaeesiihePItand Leaf games as made expmatona befitting the occasion. No longer will I let Valentine's Day, and thtPertyt wordy) it, cpntrol my life. _ I can safely say that Valentine's Day has not been a memorable occasion for me--at least not until the past few years with Beth. I never went to high school Valentine‘s Day dances, never stopped in the student lounge at WLU to get computer- matched (I didn't want to be responsible for breaking all that expense hardware), and cmv stantly searched the newspaper Valentine Greet- ing classifieds in vain. Oh, there were plenty addressed to Rick every year, but after a dozen years of being called a “wacko pervert" by those I thanked for placing the ads, I came to the conclusion I wasn’t the Rick they were referring to. Strange, ian't it, in a city the size of ours that there would he more than one Rick? To balance the scales, I should point out that one year I received 23 Valentine cards-all from the same person. all on the same day. Huh, and they called me a wacko pervert. Such foolishness. Oh, by the way, Pam got me back the following year by sending me a Valentine-she flipped my locker and pinned her Valentine to my gym shorts. It was tough explaining that one to the boys in the locker room when I dumped my equipment bag on the bench. Then, in grade 4, when I finally caught on to the occasion, I wrote out Valentine cards for every girl in my class. And received none in return. You know when Dear Abby says "if you can't bring enough for everyone, don't bring any at all." I wrote the book on that rule. In grade seven, 1 went on the offensive and sent gorgeous Pam Conroy a rather risque Valentine’s message. signed of course "your secret admirer." I found out a couple of days later, you don’t remain remain too "secret" when you lend the same person your history notes the night before sending the card. "r'll bum in hell before I let you be my Valentine," was her response. and I also believe,