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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
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Accident photo on website showed poor taste Editor: I am absolutely outraged that you would post a photo of the body of the pedestrian killed in Monday morning’s tragic acci-
dent on your website. Whoever decided that it was appropriate to do so is either insensitive or just plain stupid. This is a horrifying display of
poor taste and even worse judgment. What on earth were you thinking when you took that photo, or when you decided to put it up for everyone to see?
How would you feel if that was your loved one lying on the road? Shame on you. You owe the family of the victim and the people of Prince George a public
apology. From now on, your newspaper will be going straight into the trashcan when it arrives. Stephanie Nicholson Prince George
Don’t get me started on getting the car started My friend, Darby, had to go out of town for the day so I let her borrow my car while I took on her recently acquired little monster. I knew it had a few glitches – a few too many for a road trip – so I figured since my day usually consists of the occasional run up the hill, at most, it’d be a good idea to switch out while she was gone. To be fair to her, Darby did tell me about the tricky ignition before I took over her Life in POS (if you don’t know what the fat POS stands for, I’ll give you the first two words of the lane DELYNDAPILON acronym and let you figure out the last – p is for piece, o is for of and .... yep, you got the rest). Anyway I told her I’d be just fine with it. It’s not like I’m some princess who has only driven off-the-lot cars all my life. I mean, not even close. I had this little grey car once that oozed oil out of the plug wire hole places. I know, impossible, right? Too bad if you think so. It did ooze oil out of those holes. It really did. And it used to stall all the time. I got pretty used to pushing it across intersections, actually. By the way, surprise surprise, one day it caught on fire while I was driving it. A case of beer and $80 got me this little Honda I adored. It was ugly, rusty and I loved it. Especially cause it was a standard, so whenever I drove it up the airport hill it would sound so mean, gears growling and all. But it was kind of hard on clutches. After my brother, Rolly, changed the clutch in it the third time, he suggested I only drive automatics. Then there was the car I drove to Alberta. It held the road just perfectly – but it hated right turns. Something on the frame, I think, would catch the tire, causing much grinding and grunting. It also hated to start on chilly mornings. I don’t mean during winter. I mean if it even rained. It got me so mad sometimes I’d have traded it off for a mule and a Klondike bar. Then there was my dad’s old Ford I drove for a while. It had bald tires (and I had a minimum-wage job, so they stayed bald) and I wound up getting stuck between two hills one winter day. Couldn’t back all the way up the one behind me, couldn’t get up the gumption to slide all the way up the one in front of me. So, case in point, I ain’t no pavement princess. Anyway, I figured I’d get used to Darby’s car within a few trips, but that danged touchy ignition is just annoying the ever loving .... er ... heck out of me. Now, I know if I can’t get it started either my son or one of the guys
LOONIE LEAVES
Te re s a M A LLA M / Fre e Pre s s
Judy Dix and Ken Biron adjust the shiny loonies on the ‘money trees’ Sunday to tempt people to buy tickets on them. The Loonie Auction, an annual fundraiser for the Handy Circle Resource Society, took place over the weekend with many items to view and bid on. would be happy to rescue me, but it’s not like it would be a silent rescue. There would be all manner of teasing and such. Gosh. I mean I love those guys. Merle has my new daughter, Vicki, running around shouting ‘now it’s a party’ out the car window and growling ‘git’ (not such a scary sound with her girly lisp), and he’s awesome. Kris just celebrated a birthday, and though he’s younger than my youngest brother, he ain’t
no 17-year-old no matter what he tells you, but he’s amazing. And Jack? Well, Jack is the typical stoic cowboy who proved I really can call him at 2 a.m. when I need help and he’ll come right over and put the calm in common sense for me. He rocks. The three of them have my Patrick and Dallas following right in their crazy footsteps. They are all great. And any one of them would rescue me.
But not one of them would let me forget it afterwards, especially if that darned cranky little beast of a car starts right up for them after giving me a hard time, like it did for Merle this morning. So I will figure out all the glitches in this POS all by myself. By the way, if you see me sitting in that car, cranking the key over and over again, you might want to come and give me a hand. Just hold the laughter.
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