Steve (Dr. Love) Garrison interviews heritage activist Barry Wells on Newstalk 1290-CJBK-AM at 7:25 am this morning about the Lombardo's Tempo VII Thunderboat, July 27
WHY ARE CITY STAFF SAYING THE OWNERSHIP OF TEMPO VII IS UNCERTAIN?
Ross Therrien says he gave the Tempo VII to the City, then changed his tune to say he got paid for the boat by Col. Tom Lawson, LFP, JUly 27
In this March 9, 2009 story, Ross Therrien says he has no claim on the Tempo VII, LFP, July 27
Intercounty Baseball playoff action tonight at Labatt Park
GAME 4 ~ Kitchener Panthers @ London's historic Labatt Park @ 7:30 pm, Tuesday, July 27 @ 7:30 pm; Live on Rogers TV-13.
The London Majors lead the best-of-seven-game series 2-1. The series is now tied 2-2.
Click Here to 'watch' the Majors-Panthers game live on pointstreak, PS, July 27
FINAL: Kitchener Panthers 10, London Majors 1.
CIVIC ELECTION 2010
Is Ward 4 candidate Graeme Meyer delusional or is he just a funny boy?
Here's three of Ward 4 candidate Graeme Meyer's most recent postings on facebook:
Graeme Meyer Graeme Meyer appointed ambassador to Ivory Coast. Details as soon as made available.
about a minute ago
Graeme Meyer BREAKING: Ivory Coast Recognizes Graeme B. Meyer as Leader of Canada
about six minutes ago
Graeme Meyer "Ideally Graeme Meyer is killed with a bullet to the head" said Graeme Meyer
about an hour ago
MEANDERINGS
Ride to Harmony
You with your mesmerizing searching eyes
And I in a trance-like state
Prepared my wit for a psychic quest
Leaving the itinerary to fate
The elixir of encouragement you administered
To my battle-worn esteem
Awoke my spirit from complacency
To a metamorphic dream
Like Peter Pan I’d come undone
My shadow from my heart
You led me to the storm tossed shores
Where my ride to harmony would start.
I mounted my charge with determined pride
Blindly riding in the cold twilight
Clinging with hope to a ray of life
Dimmed by an angry tide
I carried a torch of wavering faith
To light and clear my way
Through fortresses of frozen fear I scavenged
Knowing I’d forfeit my life ~ too dear a price to pay
If I could not unite the shadow of act and word and deed
With the will of life so fancifully pledged to a utopic dream
I mark my course by writing the way
For some it’s easier to read
There are no roots in my history
I’m a new sprung family tree.
Ancestral soil will not nurture me
Flourish I cannot
Amidst the norms and standards
Past generations wrought
My thorns serve to protect me
Their thorns pierce through my heart
To live in such resemblance
Would be living in the dark
Away from all that’s fresh and new
Crystal clear and bright
No morning sun will warm me
If I stay within their night
So on I ride through challenges
And struggles to be free
Saddle soars and blisters
Will bring me to my knees
When I rise and walk again
My footsteps I will leave
Their footsteps aren’t for following
They’ve left no path for me.
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