[Public-List] Nothing to do with our boats....

[Gordon Laco via Public-List]

Hello friends,

It hard to believe that launch day is only about six weeks away here on the
Upper Great Lakes;  we¹ve had a real winter for the second in a row.  Well
that¹ll be good for water levels....

I think the uproar involving a Œtunnel¹ at Toronto¹s York University
discovered near one of the venues for the upcoming PanAm Games has made the
news outside Canada.  Security boffins were yakking their heads off on CNN
and other services besides our own about the level of security being laid on
for the event, and how such a thing so obviously terror related could have
happened in our otherwise secure city....

Well today it turns out that the two dorks who dug the thing have been
caught.  They¹re two Œyoung men in their early 20¹s¹ who dug it as a sort of
club house.    Apparently the security service at the university had already
found the tunnel and had the thing staked out so that they could catch the
owners.   Then the police got word that the media was about to announce the
story so decided to speak first to get in front of the story.  The
international press took over from there and the story spun out of control.

All that reminds me of a peck of trouble I got into when I was in public
school.  In the mid-60¹s the film ŒThe Great Escape¹ had come out to much
fanfare.... And low and behold, one of my classmate¹s Dad was one of the
escapers. Man, we were proud.

My buddies and I became obsessed with the story.  Naturally we decided that
our Stalag POW camp was our school; and we set about setting up an escape
committee.  I became Œthe forger¹ and spent a lot of time I should have been
doing work at my desk making fake ID documents, travel passes to places like
ŒStettin¹ and so on which we passed around and carried in our pockets.  We
got into sneaking about,  passing notes back and forth etc.  The school took
notice and finally pounced when we started disappearing at recess to go into
the Don Valley where we had a little hide out we were stashing our stuff in.

I remember being hauled in front of the principal with my friends and having
what the school thought was evidence of a shoplifting ring laid out before
us.  There was no shoplifting.    I¹ll never forget the look on the face of
the principal (Mr Epson) as he slowly realized what we were really doing.
Thinking back as an adult, I reckon he was doing his best not to break out
into laughter at us.   What miserable little dorks we must have looked as
the story was squeezed out of us.

But, I was twelve years old.... I wonder what the two with the tunnel are
doing right now down at Metro Toronto Police HQ?

Gord 
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