Refuse any tickets for Titan!

We haven’t done much with space stories or movies of late, but I can well remember the screaming in the old Royal Theatre when Otto Polenski, bless his old bones, would bring us kids a treat like a Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon matinee.
Of course, he would offer Tom Mix or Ken Maynard westerns also for a similar response, but we were all hooked on the fantastic entertainment from outer space—and there was nary an empty seat on Saturday afternoons!
Now the newspapers are visiting far-off planets, and last cold weekend we got a look at Titan with its minus-180 C cold accompanied by 300 m.p.h. winds.
Titan is in a moon neighbourhood and can be seen in a thick haze as it gets studied by our instruments on remote control. This is getting further from Earth than ever before.
The three million miles are measured as 67 “light minutes” away, or the distance light could travel in that many minutes!
So we are really going places!
A picture of Titan’s surface shows many drainage channels or “rivers” that scientist believe may indicate there is water present.
All this may soon be known better after a space port for rocket planes is created in Texas, and volunteer travellers are expected to bring back the facts.
Meanwhile, remember these extremely cold temperatures so don’t go expecting any warm welcomes!
If you saw the recent TV movie about the out-of-world war with the Martians, best to stick to your memories of Buck Rogers! Outer space people could prove ugly, hostile, and very tough to tangle with!
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A former Fort Frances man, Travis Gladu, at 31, is a deep-sea diver in Sri Lanka facing probably more work than he can handle for the rest of his career.
His grandfather, well-known Ed Gladu here, now 91, says Travis has a wife and house there and seems to have escaped the recent tsunami disaster, although details on his present situation are not clear.
He sold his 40-foot inboard engine boat about a year ago, but gets diving jobs without needing it.
When it seemed so many Canadians had experienced the tsunami terror, I thought it might be possible for Fort Frances also to have people involved in that Indian Ocean tragedy.
Then one of Travis’ family friends gave me the Gladu name. This led to Ed and his wife, Millie, formerly Eide, who I remember meeting when she was a blond waitress in our old Peek Inn Cafe and then later in the Steep Rock Mine dining room many years ago.
Millie’s brother and wife, Basil and Greta Eide, once were my McIrvine neighbours, next door on River Road, right after I was married.
Randall and Romaine Gladu, father and uncle of Travis, were both welders around Edmonton, where they also kept horses and owned considerable equipment, their father, Ed, remembers.
Incidentally, classroom collections are proceeding at Fort Frances High School in aid of the tsunami victims.
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But then as assistance for survivors piles up, we learn that a princess from one tsunami-ravaged country is planning a Canadian visit for the skiing—and bringing along six bodyguards!
That reporter is wondering why the whole world is so intent on collecting relief money for those wealthier people! Of course, most countries could contain both rich like her as well as others desperate today!
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Anyone having a photo of that downtown Christmas tree that went up on the post office corner for years—and right on the intersection before it was knocked down and moved onto the post office lawn in later years.
Phone Albert Carrier, who has been seeking that photo.
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Something I would appreciate is the name of the Fort Frances High School rink that made it all the way to a national title by winning the finals on Cape Breton Island.
This was not long after our 1952 Allan Cup victory in senior hockey.
I seem to remember our young skip’s name was McLeod and that picture may be seen in our own curling club, I’m told.
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Joe Kliner shares my interest in country songs we knew in past years, but I understand his singing would be rated somewhat superior to mine. Anyway, the “mad trapper” column and song got Joe on my telephone after I was beginning to believe nobody enjoys the old cowboy and railroad stuff.
I’d like to hear Joe give it a whirl on his guitar, mine being sadly out of tune along with my voice.
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Heredity is known to have a powerful influence on families, their children’s appearances, for instance, but also their numbers and sex.
For instance, my own family is the third generation on my wife’s side to contain four children, including three girls. In two of those generations, a boy arrived before his sisters, my own family included.
But four children per family was formerly common on my wife’s family.
Her mother came from a family of two brothers and two sisters, although I could be mistaken in this memory, but four seems the dominate number of children right along.
Here we are discussing a Scottish family and these were not known for very large families.
But then again, my own side of this story is quite different, there being nobody but me. I’m an only child, very uncommon and almost unique you’d have to say.
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Ann Glowaski, who turned 90 in October, still lives alone while her son, George, and his wife, Diane, help with whatever is necessary, including housecleaning and yardwork.
And Ann still can give you a great conversation!
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If Canada ever goes to war again, pity the poor recruiting officer who may not be able to tell boys from girls with both wearing such long hair these days.
Some high school girls should be practising hair dressing on their males classmates!

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