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WATERLOO CHRONICLE Carolyn Anstey Circulation Manager Eâ€"mail: wehronicle@sentex.net 75 King St. South, Suite 201 Waterloo, Ontario N2J IP2 International Standard Serial Number s ISSN 0832â€"3410 The Waterloo Chronicle welcomes letters to the Editor They should be signed with name. address and phone num ber and will be verified for accu racy. No unsigned letters will be published . Submissions may be edited for length. so please be brief Copyright in letters and other materials submitted to the Publisher and accepted for publication remains with the author, but the publisher and its licensees may freely reproduce them in print, electronic or other forms. Our mailing address is 75 King St. S.. Suite 201, Waterloo N2J 1P2, our eâ€"mail address is wechronicle@sentex.net, and our fax number is 886â€"9383 The Waterioo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by The Fairway Group a division of Southern Ontario Community Newspapers Inc., a division of Southam Publications, a CanWest Company. The views of our columists are their own and do not necessarily represent those of the newspaper. Letters Policy Andrea Bailey _ Bob Vibanac Reporter Sports Editor fim Alexander Cal Bosveld Deborah Crandall Publisher Editor Canadian Publications Mail Sales Product Agreement Number Norma Cyca Advertising Lynin Bartol Director of Advertising Publisher: Cal Bosveld B86â€"2830 Fax: 886â€"9383 Audited circulation: 26,056 Manager > sm © 136379 Amy Hachborn. Circulation Laune Ridgway Gerry Mattice Retail Sales Bill Karges Mv_zr_lklng John, Paul, George and Ringo were names 1 associated with my parents‘ musical collection, a repertoire which also consists of The Righteous Brothers and Ronnie Milsap. So to be quite honest, when my editor, Deb, asked me if I wanted to do a story on the thenâ€" upcoming Electric Thursdays production of The Beatles 1967... and all that, which took place, you guessed it, last Thursday at the Centre in the Square, I was less than enthusiastic. Not that 1 expected him to understand. After all, he admittedly falls asleep every night to the sound of MC Hammer‘s You Can‘t Touch This. The next morning, I arrived at work to find a note on my computer reminding me to call Peter â€" Brennan, _ the arranger of the concert series, _ which _ also includes two more shows featuring the music of Blood, Sweat and Tears and Chicago March 1, and Queen on May 17. Inviting dearâ€"old Dad to take in the show was a gesture which seemed to surprise everyone who knows me. Getting back to the show, the Jeans ‘n Classics Band, teamed with the Kitchenerâ€"Waterloo Symphony, did a superb job of capturing the mood of the era, and recreating the sounds of a group which threw most of the world into mass hysteria. The second half of the show was a little different. The band focussed entirely on The Beatles‘ Sergeant Pepper and the Lonely something someâ€" thing album (bare with me, I‘m a new fan). With the exception of Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds and the little ditty I‘ve had in my head for a week, 1 didn‘t recognize a single note. Yet it was still enjoyable and definitely worth seeing again. Whal would you do if I sang out of tune; would you stand up and walk out on me? Somebody please tell me how to get this little ditty out of my head. It‘s stuck there, has been for almost a week now. But the funny thing is, I don‘t really mind. For those of you who are not as musicallyâ€" educated as I am [yeah right!) these are the opening lyrics of The Beatles‘ hit With A Little Help From My Friends. A week ago, I couldn‘t have told you that. I didn‘t know anything about The Beatles, nor did I care. â€""This sucks, I hate The Beatles," was what I told good old Bobby V when I got back to the newsâ€" room. e Luckily there were still a few left, and with tickets in hand, all I needed was a date. Enter my father. I think his exact words were, "Me? You want to take me? Really?" â€" My father was on a high the entire ride home. Likely not the same kind of high Sergeant Pepper was on, but a high all the same. â€" "This doesn‘t sound half bad," [ told Deb. "Do you think 1 could get a couple of tickets for the show?" What can I say, I guess J still have a bit of ‘Daddy‘s little girl‘ in me. The first half of the concert was a mix of hits from a host of famous groups from that period. including The Rolling Stones, The Monkees, The BeeGees, The Doors and, of course, The Beatles. Let‘s just say after listening to these tunes, 1 became a believer; maybe even a Daydream Believer. (I know, I know, bad pun, out I couldn‘t resist). "Thank you so much," he repeated over and over. "That was a great show. Oh, and by the way, 1 love Blood, Sweat and Tears, and Chicago." Yeah, yeah Dad. 1ll see what I can do. But to my own surprise, after speaking with Brennan, my attitude had changed. It‘s Beatlemania all over again VIEWPOINT So far it‘s been a rough winter so 1 don‘t feel bad about complaining. So far I‘ve worn out two pairs of galoshes, one pair of boots and a pair of long johns split at the seat. Right from the getâ€"go the Luft tragedy has got hours of air time and buckets of newspaâ€" per ink. Perhaps I‘m not average, but I no longer read past the headlines. Clearly, there are those at The Record who feel that "nothing succeeds like excess." Next thing the Quebecois will get the crushing news! Poutine is dangerous to the health. The White Peril: I don‘t consider myself as deathâ€"defying, but I feel something of the kind when 1 inch out of the driveway every day. Drivers of passing cars can‘t see me, hidâ€" den as I am behind the mountains of driveâ€" way snow. So 1 venture out at about 10 yards an hour. It‘s hard, you know, to pilot my trusty Acura with all of my fingers crossed, and my head sweeping from side to side like I was an ardent spectator ell, we‘ve had our first thaw. It was Woo brief and not nearly warm enough, but it shows that winter may be trying to behave. The February thaw has to be longer and warmer. And On and On: It‘s beyond dispute that the Luft inquest is worthy of generous news coverage. Any time there are six deaths arising from a tortured mind, there deserves to be questions about prior treatment and so Blue Lines: Montreal has been saved from a fate worse than debt. The Canadiens hockâ€" ey team won‘t be moved from the city after all. That was the rumor the other day until it was squelched by the folks trying to vend les glorieux. The owners are going to get a pledge that the Canadiens won‘t be moved. A move would be a nearâ€"death blow to Montreal‘s oneâ€"time pride. Still, The Record‘s coverage seems to be more detailed than directions for assemâ€" bling a propaneâ€"powered computer. No matter how irrelevant the witness, their testimony is transcribed like Holy Writ. Let‘s see now: The Expos are _ _ up for sale and likely to be moved and Lucien Bouchard has quit in a snit. Those are two blows to the city‘s solar plexus. Ah, winter. Aw baloney W 1 don‘t know of one person who could give you a testimonial to the Olympics â€" except maybe Lennox Lewis. For all the oolyâ€"dooly drivel that‘s been written about them, the Olympics are about as nonâ€"commercial as the Superbow1 and about as free of hankyâ€"panky as Montreal in the times of Duplessis. There‘s been no followâ€"up word on men bearing babies, but there must have been some surprises in the obstetrics ward. And let‘s not forget the Big Owe. The trouâ€" bleâ€"plagued stadium is just one symbol in the legacy of the deficitâ€"ridden games. The orange touque 1 wear? It‘s just so the neighbors can locate me when I‘m lost and stumbling and fumbling amid the mounâ€" tains of snow. Ah, winter. Aw baloney. Blowing the Bankroll: Soon they‘ll be deciding on a site for the 2008 Olympic Games, and if good fortune favors Canada we won‘t be picked. Yup, if luck is with us, we won‘t even be seriously considered. You‘d think the series of Olympic exposes would be enough to cool Canadian appetites for playing Olympic host. But clearly it hasn‘t been enough to dampen the ardor of the twits who love to spend taxpayer money. o Between the two estimates, D I‘ll take the one with the deficit. I‘m just guided by our previous history including Jean Drapeau‘s boast the Montreal Olympics could no more have a deficit than a man could have a baby. at a breathless tennis match. Peril? The cars still zoom down our street as if they were in the last lap of the Indy 500. Even though I‘m inching onto the street like an arthritic centipede, if they hit me it would be "Good night, Buster." So long as a project doesn‘t cost them a dime and gives them a chance to swank around as a bigâ€"wheel, they‘re in from the getâ€"go. And to heck UBN! | with the bankroll. Michael Walker, a Toronto council gadfly, has warned that Toronto is headed for a deficit of more than $200 million if it gets the Olympics. In the process, it will have to sell off its waterfront to profiâ€" teering developers. However, the folks in charge of the bid maintain the city is still on target for an $80â€"million surplus if it bags the games.