Daytripping Fall 2023
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Daytripper<br />
So many places to discover in ST. THOMAS & PORT STANLEY<br />
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Port Stanley ~<br />
Canada’s Coney Island<br />
September 30 - December 22<br />
Home, Garden,<br />
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Supplies & Equipment for<br />
whatever you grow, raise or produce<br />
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Diverse & Unique Products<br />
for Country Living<br />
From Tools to Accents<br />
Casual Fashions & Accessories<br />
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Tales from Weaselscat<br />
a quiet small town somewhere in<br />
Saskatchewan<br />
By Will Bartlett, Camlachie<br />
The Roots of Dementia<br />
“Ha! This article claims that they’ve<br />
made a connection between dementia<br />
and consuming foods from aluminum<br />
cans and cookware! I could have told<br />
them that years ago!” The comment<br />
hung in the air like a well-cast dry fly<br />
over a still pool on a mountain river.<br />
Uncle Peter’s barbershop was busy this<br />
October morning, many just dropping<br />
by to say good morning and maybe<br />
help themselves to one of the coffee<br />
pots simmering on the woodstove. All<br />
five chairs in the small barbershop were<br />
occupied this morning, although only<br />
one was there for a haircut. The other<br />
chairs along the walls in the “waiting<br />
area” were occupied by the regular<br />
assortment of codgers who generally<br />
attended the barbershop most mornings.<br />
There was Lorenz and Gordie, the big<br />
Newfoundlander, sitting by the front<br />
window, and Leo and Karl at the side<br />
wall. Each coddled a newspaper section<br />
or magazine of unknown vintage that<br />
had temporarily captured their interest<br />
while enjoying the free coffee and gossip<br />
that the barbershop provided. And<br />
most were familiar with Karl’s tactics at<br />
tempting the gullible. Even Uncle Peter’s<br />
only reaction to this proclamation was a<br />
slight raising of a single eyebrow.<br />
Karl paused and then slowly lowered<br />
the newspaper enough to peer over the<br />
top to see if anyone would rise to the<br />
enticing bait he had just thrown out.<br />
Karl sensed that none of the “lunkers”<br />
were about to expose themselves and<br />
rise to the bait, and was about to turn<br />
his mind to other devious tricks when a<br />
voice issued from the barber chair. It was<br />
Derek, the new assistant bank manager<br />
in for his monthly haircut. Derek was<br />
“new” in town as he had only arrived 6<br />
years ago. He was still eager to fit in.<br />
“Were you involved in scientific<br />
research, Karl?” he asked.<br />
“Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.” -Sallust<br />
Karl lit up now that he had one<br />
nibbling on the line.<br />
“Not formally,” he replied in a strong,<br />
dignified tone, “but I proved a correlation<br />
between dementia and aluminum<br />
several times.”<br />
Derek was intrigued. The others<br />
squirmed a little in their chairs. They<br />
didn’t know what was coming, but they<br />
knew something was coming.<br />
“How did you do that?” asked Derek<br />
innocently.<br />
“Well, I found that every time that I<br />
drank a beer from an aluminum can, I<br />
would forget everything on my wife’s<br />
honey-do list.”<br />
Derek laughed. The scissors in midsnip<br />
took off a chunk of hair that Uncle<br />
Peter had intended to leave. However,<br />
the defect would be concealed behind<br />
Derek’s left ear, so Uncle Peter just<br />
grunted and continued. The “lunkers”<br />
squirmed in their chairs again and<br />
grinned politely; they knew there had to<br />
be more.<br />
“And whenever I drank three beers<br />
from aluminum cans, I would forget that<br />
I was married.”<br />
Derek laughed again and lost another<br />
chunk. Uncle Peter grunted again and<br />
snipped furiously. The lunkers chuckled<br />
and settled down into their chairs to<br />
resume their semi-quiet contemplation,<br />
relieved that they had been only<br />
spectators to Karl’s trickery. Derek was<br />
pleased, feeling that he had forged a<br />
bond with some of the oldtimers of the<br />
town, and Uncle Peter felt satisfied that<br />
Derek’s haircut would look just fine in a<br />
week or so.<br />
Life was good in Weaselscat, a quiet<br />
small town somewhere in Saskatchewan.<br />
FALL/WINTER<br />
<strong>2023</strong>-2024
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