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Peterson, in the truest fashion ofa politician under fire, completely ignored Cunningham's demands, and instead went on in his increasingly-tiring way about the benefits of each municipality having the final say on deciding Sunday hours. Totally irrelevant, and yet another smokescreen hiding the fact the Liberals lack the guts to make a province-wide ruling and stick to it. One tip: watch for Cunningham to be a rising Tory star; with her intimate knowledge of Peterson's home turf, she is likely to be a constant thorn in the government's side. As if it wasrft enough of an indignity for his party to lose a by-election in his own home town, Ontario Premier David Peterson was reduced to stumblebum status at Queen's Park Tuesday by newly-elected London North Tory MPP Dianne Cunningham. Meanwhile, about this legislation -- don't do us any favors here in Waterloo by adding the rriunicipal escape clause. City council amrmed its desire to maintain a common pause day by Monday night supporting both local and provincial groups attempting to preserve Sunday as a day of rest. Good on them. Cunningham, who upset the Peterson gang, got right to business after being sworn in yesterday by tearing into the preem about the upcoming Sunday shopping legisla- tion expected to be introduced today by Solicitor-General Joan Smith. Expected to be the most contentious part of that legislation is a clause for municipalities to "opt out" and set their own Sunday shopping hours. _ _ _ We don't need, and don't want, increased Sunday shopping hours in our city. What a delight that in the swirl of progress around us. we can still hang on hard to a traditional cornerstone of our community. B.o-dCt-Mnti.-tamNturaHr66d0 Adth-oilasemqtoe-towntsruotsdBem465uj, E., Wm. Ont. NN 1L7 Telephone 8882880. News and Sport: line m1. ‘ Waterloo Chronicle (the: in baud in the Runny. 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Ian Kirkby (nequ Isobel Law-on (news; Pausing T Ru} Cunpbcll mu“ I detest the stigma attached to the expression dinner party, What it really means is you have to dress up in fancy but uncomfortable clothes, act distinguished and engage in meaningful (boring) conversation, and present to your guests the type of meal reserved for the importance of such occasions And that's where Beth and I are euchred, You Bee, before we were married, I'd do the majority of the kitchen detail whenever we got together for a home-cooked meal Beth freely admitted cooking wasn't one of her strengths. and bless her heart, she suffered in silence as I presented to her meal after meal of unrecognizable delights. Was she afraid she was going to lose me, is that why she never complained? More likely I was the one who would lose her. I breathed a sigh of nlief each time she survived yet another of my unfhegettable offerings. Then, like everything else. marriage changed our ways in the kitchen Beth became quite the talented chef, and she also boycotted my attempts to prolong her agony And so between done ext It's not that we're anti-social types, either, On the contrary, we love a good party, or a casual get- together It's Just that, well. by its very nature, when you host a dinner party, you have to make dinner for your guests Now, last Saturday's affair was merely a small gathering of relatives, but the number nor the relationship is of relevance here, What is relevant is that when you host a dinner party, your culinary skills are on the line for all the world to see And critiCize behind your back once they've gagged their way out your front door, The mere mention of those two words is enough blow the stress level through the roof at our house. Which two words? Dinner party, As in, guess what, honey, we're having a dinner party Saturday night. It matters not whether 1 tell my wife that or Beth tells me, In either case, we are immediately and absolutely struck with terror. Yup, that's the deal; host a dinner party and you have to provide dinner, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about It. " is written You can't have garage across from City hall I. can you" Ruck Merlmg of Erb's Garage. which will be closing Ila halfcentury location on magma St May 30 -- SEE PAGE 12. Chronicle Editor Rick Campbell "No offense, Beth, but I fully intend to announce to everyone that you made the entire dinner. That way, if it's good, you get all the credit, and if it's bad, well..." “Nice guy." We all sat down, My eyes scoured the guests. No eyeballin . No whispering, No extra effort to swallow. fi,, quick lunges for the water jug, I gazed at Beth for reaction. She shrugged her shoulders The guests continued to eat. I motioned for her to join me in the kitchen. In the reflection of the sliding doors, I checked to watch for facial express ions, here were none. We brought in dessert and coffee and tea. Smiles all around, What's this? They liked it, Everything, All the hard work and Beth and, er, I had gone through had resulted in a wonderful evening. a dinner party to remember The conversation was good, nobody died. and everyone left with smiles on their faces "They were smiling. weren't they Beth?" “Oh yes. they were smiling all right tt "Are you sure it wasn't a smirk?" "No Rick, they were smiling At least [think tt But that's just us. Beth and me, Dinner parties have been a horse of a completely different color, Call it paranoia on a platter. We both simply dread the thought that a dinner party hosted by us could be a flop. You know, where all your guests eyeball each other through the meal, whisper while you're in the kitchen, peek around the corner to see what's for dessert, and announce that no, they don't need coffee and have to get the babysitter home early, Hosts Still, it is time we as a couple accepted the challenge and joined in the dinner party dance, After all, we have attended a good number hosted by our friends, and we can't let the "returns" pile up, And so, with that thought in mind. and anXiety raging through body and mind. we did the super- market thing Friday night, buying all sorts ofextra goodies, trying to plan the meal, wondering if so- und-so would like this, he or she would like that. Before we knew it. Saturday had arrived, the day ofreckoning. We got Grough the cheese and crackers fine And the veggles and dip Them It was time for the mam event. cocoon, and we have shared many a delectable, and uh, interesting, evenings sampling her specialties, And when that -happens, don't ever think of asking them back again The humiliation of rejection, it is too much to bear.