Shame, condolences, our team
It’s a shame that, for yet another summer, Alexandrians won’t have easy access to the gazebo at Sandfield Park.
For years, you could access the gazebo island by a moveable bridge. You could have a picnic there or just hang out in the gazebo and stare out at the water.
Not anymore. If you want to visit the island, you’ll have to swim or take a boat. But the bridge isn’t coming back.
North Glengarry Mayor Chris McDonell says it’s because the gazebo has long been a hot spot for vandalism. That’s hardly surprising. At night, the island is shrouded in darkness and it’s not a place the police patrol regularly. And since every community has its fair share of degenerate morons who think it’s funny to break stuff – well, you could say that the proverbial writing is on the wall (and it is, literally, on the walls of the gazebo. Some of the words can’t be printed here.)
Vandalism is such a rotten crime because it’s completely senseless. Theft, at least, can be explained. A thief might steal something because he’s hungry or has bills to pay, but vandalizing something accomplishes absolutely nothing. All it does is give a brief adrenaline rush to the degenerate morons who commit it.
I’m not sure who vandalized the gazebo but I’d love to get their names – and if they’re under 18, I’d love to show the Young Criminal Justice Act the same disrespect they showed the gazebo by printing their names and pictures on the front page. I’d encourage readers to stop these dummies on the street and tell them exactly what they think of them.
Morons like this are the reason we can’t have nice things.
I’m going to miss Sash Kramer, the Glen Robertson resident who passed away on May 3. Sash worked in the meat department at Your Independent Grocer in Alexandria but I will always remember her for her love of live music and her proclivity for climbing onstage to sing a song with the rock band.
I met Sash at the Atlantic here in Alexandria about a dozen years ago. She was there to support her friend’s rock band and she promised me she was going to sing a number with them. This she did and the number was Mustang Sally. She also sang Alice Cooper’s song Be My Lover but Mustang Sally was the song she truly owned. I am not the only Glengarrian who will forever associate that song with her. You will be missed, Sash.
It seems the whole country has gone Jets crazy. Here we are, round 3 of the Stanley Cup playoffs still in its infancy, and the Winnipeg Jets are the only Canadian team left vying for the holy grail. It seems like everyone north of the 49th is cheering for them so they can bring the Cup back to Canada for the first time since 1993.
But how big a victory would it be for Canada really?
Of the four teams left, the Winnipeg Jets have the second smallest number of Canadians on their roster. They have 11; the Washington Capitals have only eight. Compare that with the Jets’ current opponent, the Vegas Golden Knights, who have 24 Canadians. Heck they have more Canadians playing forward than Winnipeg has on their entire squad. The other remaining team, the Tampa Bay Lightning, has 18 Canadians.
What to do with this knowledge? Well, we can do what we want with it. The world of professional sports demands that we elevate emotion over logic, so most of us will probably throw that knowledge away and scream “Go Jets Go!”
And I’ll probably be among them.