Consider our new gateway to the stars!

Yes, I can see it now! Our new astrodome out beyond the new schools and businesses along the highway. Out where big money continues to be spent while our old downtown business district, lacking its former business leaders, continues to languish along Scott Street.
Out where it’s already fresh!
And what better setting for our future industry to surround our space station than near the airport.
I know you’re already considering how many of us will make it in the not too distant future to Mars, Venus, or maybe the moon, where Neil Armstrong took that “one giant step for man” years ago now.
Isn’t it time, before other centres shorn of their industries such as car-making in Oshawa since GM cut back so dramatically there a week ago, we got thinking ahead to future space travel given our own local papermaking mainstay starting to slow down.
I don’t know whether we’ll be in time to collect that $12 million an older American has offered anyone who sells him his first ride to the stars (others with that kind of jack will be lining up also, wait and see!)
So why be bashful on this project—unique as it will be in the whole world! Financiers and governments soon will want to back it, knowing that the novelty of it all can pay off tremendously!
There was a time when others laughed at Columbus, Champlain, and all of hisotory’s great explorers. But they showed mankind the rest of the world—the better half we recognize as North America today!
But ahead lies the greatest adventure of all! The wealth of the entire galaxy awaits those bold enough to look around up there!
It’s safe to predict in the foreseeable future, once the first space launch is made, everyone will be wondering, as in the long-ago era preceding Columbus, why it took so many centuries to establish relations with those other worlds awaiting us.
Just as our ancestors learned, there is great wealth in exploration! What better opportunity to seize the initiative than this moment when it has already been ascertained there are fresh planets to visit if only we get up our nerve!
And what better place to start from than this crossroads of the continent that soon could be visited by our far-off neighbours who more than likely will turn out to be people who can do us a lot of good!
That is, if there are indeed other people out there and maybe hoping to get acquainted, same as us. And, how do they make their living, possibly at something we could use to our own advantage, perhaps bringing us wealth beyond belief!
But just as Europeans managed to develop and exploit what they found here, we would be able to do the same up in the Great Beyond! We have our predecessors’ experiences to follow and whereas they found most of this world, there must be many more worlds to look around up there.
Besides, our sophisticated society will be better able to recognize our future holding and assets, perhaps its stores of precious metals and jewels we can turn into assets to help us look around at more and more planets!
Novelties will never stop showing up as we travel!
And there lies the key word! Who doesn’t like to travel to new places and learn as we go—and bring back knowledge and probably wealth we can’t even dream about today.
To get back to the start of all that, what about an expansion in our town airport—safely out of car traffic but with plenty of space for a new landing field beyond the present one.
Close enough to all our present amenities, the stores and restaurants that our planetary visitors undoubtedly will appreciate and maybe lodge in the nearby big motels.
It’s all out there ready for the future. And whatever your travelling amounted to before this, you just “ain’t seen nothing yet!” as the old saying goes!
But when the newcomers show up someday, you can tell them “Welcome to Fort Frances, a great tourist community!”
As all the old industries peter out, the car plants probably will be taken over to build more and more spaceships. Eventually, trends will demand better and less costly models until they get around to producing for the family market, as the auto market did starting with the Model T Ford.
Only the sleek little run-abouts that will appeal for skipping up to the stars here and there—and maybe even for Saturday shopping to bring home products you just can’t buy here—and to load up with new and novel Christmas gifts.
Those vehicles will be hotly demanded.
For all this, you will be using funds obtained from your mines or deals elsewhere in the galaxy, which soon will become as familiar as going to Wal-Mart today!
Our papermills, lacking the wood in this world, either will revive with pulpwood shipments from outer space, or find some substitute for wood out there. Which someone will recognize as vital to continued newspapering.
So on and on it goes.
Merely because our own resources have become limited does not imply substitute materials will never be available, although costlier to import over such great distances at first. Then, the skies will be filled with ships bringing in items we don’t know about yet.
Our local papermill may someday become a leading maker of distance travel vehicles and local worries about wages soon will be left behind.
All this seems just so much “pie in the sky” at this moment, and maybe few of us will linger long enough to enjoy that kind of future. But wait a minute here’! Among the miracles we can expect from just looking around further, there even may be medicines and elixirs to prevent aging and dying.
As our population grows ever greater then, we will need all those extra people just to supervise all our affairs out there!
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Well, apparently my morning chum, Nutty, has abandoned me for sure! It’s been a week now since he last came along, but I’d have to believe somebody’s cat got him!
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The American Thanksgiving holiday apparently is even bigger than Christmas. Heard their turkey joke yet? About which side of the turkey has the most feathers?
That would be the outside, of course!
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Bill Morrison, one of my boyhood neighbours, said he had never heard that another Morrison was our town’s first mayor and lived on Church Street at the library corner.
That Morrison had three daughters, including lawyer Kay here, Alice, my high school English teacher, as well as Shirley, the youngest and a classmate of mine.

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