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West Lincoln was left with the choices of merging with Niagara Health, merging with with Hamilton Health, or closing. The province was not going to spend money on rebuilding a small hospital. The same thing was done to the other small hospitals in the Niagara region. Just ask people in Ft Erie, Pt Colborne or Welland. And those hospitals and their communities did not get a choice.

West Lincoln was doomed the day they announced plans for the new St Catharines hospital. At the time nobody wanted to believe that. West Lincoln's board knew and kept their mouths shut, and kept fundraising for a new hospital in spite of that. That way they kept their nice plumb positions. That plan you get to thank McGuinty for. Wynne was merely the messenger of a done deal.

Walking into PA is like walking into a tackle shop. You need a lot of self control.

Your parcel is in the mail.

It s usually happens once a year.

It's not officially winter til my son goes through the ice. LOL

Sleep is highly over rated. Besides , you can sleep all you want once your dead.

We are a long way from using electric outside the urban environment, let alone industry or agriculture.

Two go to presentations. Bucktails in various colour and size or, bucktail harnesses

You??? Getting skunked ...TWICE!!!!!! That don't happen often.

Nothing better than time with your kids

The offspring and I went out to chase pannies this morning out along the Welland river. Although a bit slow at times, we were not disappointed. We did have to go through a whole lot of dinks, but we did get ourselves enough perch, gills and crappie for a nice feed. Boy do I love the fall.

You had a perfect day for the event. Sorry we could not make it out this year. This weekend was funerals and memorial services.

I would if I weren't having so many problems with photobucket.

Got all my kitchen chores done by noon, and I'm scratchin my noggin wondering what to do??? Despite it being wet and raw out, the daughter and I headed out to a small creekmouth for some fall crappie. Spot #1 was a bust. No current and no minnows. 20 minute drive down the road to spot #2 fishing from a bridge. No crappie, but lots of slab gills to be had. We got in a good 3 hours chasing bluegills and perch until the raw damp got the better of us. Guess what's on the menu tomorrow night?????

Jingle Bells, Jingle bells.....

Good to hear that Jack is OK. Kids usually bounce back quickly.

I read just about all of the fishing reports for a week in one evening, and stay away from a lot of the crap. Just have been sooo busy with farm, grand kids, deaths, etc.. I love all your fishing reports, and appreciate the time you put into them even if I get just a touch jealous these days. As far as my own fishing, I'm lucky to get a couple of hours out with the kids and grandkids, but that all changes in a few more weeks.

Akrisoner, I feel badly for your generation. It is why so many young families continue to live with their parents. Mine included. In 1975 1 hours minimum wage would buy 14 loaves of bread. Today's minimum wage buys 5 1/2 loaves. Buying power for the working family has been cut by more than half due to corporate greed and government taxation. Plain and simple.

The old Lansdowne trolley yard is long gone. Stepfather drove buses and trolleys out of there for 10 years. I remember my Gram's big stack of green stamp books. Oh yeah,Brian! You forgot the one cent deposit on the glass bottles. I would collect a wagon full of the bottles every week for spending money at the corner store.

How could I ever forget the Riverboat!!!!!! All my favourite folk singers played there. Not only did a lot of Great talent get their start there. You never knew who would show up and play in with the artist on the billboard. My favourite night was going to Massey Hall to hear Harry Chapin. Then grab a cab (EMPire 6868) to the Riverboat to hear his brother Tom play a set. Before that night was over. Harry and his band had joined in,as well as Valdy, and Murray,and one other (memory of who just escapes me at the moment). They weren't superstars back then. They would sit down and share a beer with you. It would just become one big singalong.

Not to many of my old haunts left any more in Toronto.The Bamboo, Algonquin, Knobby, Hernando's, Capt. John's. Greenjeans. Chico's on Bloor. the Woolworth's giant lunch counter at Queen, Holiday, GasWorks, etc... All gone

Getting kicked out of the Brunz was a rite of passage back then. Two weeks later you were back in and all was forgiven.

In "75" minimum wage was 2.25 hr. For that you could buy a premium mickey of rum. Cheapest place for beer in Toronto was the Brunz. You handed the waitress a deuce, which bought you a tray of 19 drafts and a tip for the girl. Wintario had just begun with Fay Dance. Subway fare was a quarter. Loaf of bread was .17 cents