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The Similkameen News Leader

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Editorial

September 11, 2007

DON'T QUOTE US ON THIS

The culprit was quickly identified.

A late night snack washed down by a diet soda and a few hours later all we could think about was work. Or at least work-related details somehow seeped into an otherwise pleasant dream about more chocolate-covered snacks.

It seemed to start with a dispute over season's tickets to watch Town Council debate the OCP and a bylaw resolution during the first regular season home game of the local hockey team played in the hockey rink created by freezing the flooded museum building.

Somehow the splash park got dragged into it followed by the trail and someone on a loud ATV.

The smell of coal quickly replaced that which was replaced by an art show which was replaced by tourist traffic which was replaced by gas prices bouncing back and forth between 78.9 cents a litre and 178.9 cents a litre to somewhere sane, like 99.9 cents a litre which for some reason is now considered a deal but was not viewed in the same light this time last year.

Building permits, building fires and building break-ins floated into sight at about the same time as the last camper of the season left town.

There were busses. School busses and converted busses. Busses driven for pleasure and lawnmowers ridden for reasons other than cutting the lawn.

Then we ducked to avoid getting hit by a flying horseshoe and a paper airplane.

Our moves were determined to contain a degree of difficulty in the range of 6 and although we faked the landing, the judges gave us a score of 8.3, which was good enough to earn second place.

We cried when we stood on the podium and heard our National Anthem played on the kazoo. It would have made our MLA and MP proud.

Maybe not the kazoo part, but the Anthem part for sure.

We were about to start singing the third verse in Inuit when the alarm clock shattered our otherwise perfect junk food induced coma and sucked us back into the reality of Princeton.

It was a welcome relief from the wacky world we were dreaming about.

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