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THE ROAD TO BAGHDAD
by Marc Gage (Sept 2004)

A GENERAL KNOWLEDGE QUIZ

ALAN WATERMAN in AFGHANISTAN

FABRICATIONS, HALF TRUTHS & TOTALLY UNFOUNDED RUMOURS by Mike Oldfield

THE TELEVISION GOSSIP FILES  (Sept 1997)

MANTRA FOR LIVING. Author: Dalai Lama.

From sportscaster Jay Onrait on TSN on July 19 2021:   

"If you're like me and grew up in the 80s, then you grew up in the golden age of music video and every Friday night a terrific show would appear on my television screen with a warm affable host named Terry David Mulligan and later another warm affable host .. Stu Jeffries. It was called Good Rockin' Tonite.  Viewer Brian McKenzie pays tribute to it with his suggestion for a new name for the show... it's Good Highlights Tonite!"              
       


                                              THE ROAD TO BAGHDAD
                                                                      by Marc Gage

I have visited many different countries and been in situations that were not exactly safe but I have not been in a situation where I thought I was going to die until Iraq. Now you’ve got to ask yourself what would anyone in their right mind go to Iraq for in the first place? Well, the simple answer is that I did not think it would be as bad as it appeared on television. Besides, I was only going for a few months, I told myself.  In the news business, which has been my business for the past twenty-five years, the old adage still holds “If it leads, it bleeds!”  

So, I thought, what the hell, it cannot be as bad as the broadcasters say it is. I will go and see for myself.  And you know what? It’s worse than what you see on the tube; in fact, there is much self censorship. They could not show you what was happening on the nightly news because it is too ugly.  Hence the wide shots of smoke billowing up over buildings in the far distance and generic pictures of guys wandering around with Kalashnikovs and RPGs (rocket propelled grenades) with their fuses disguised, all under a brilliant blue sky. You won’t see the real carnage because it is too horrible to show on mainstream television. If you want to see the real deal, go and see Michael Moore’s “Fahrenheit 911.”

What was I doing in Iraq in the first place, you ask?  I was working for USAD (United States Agency for International Development). It’s much like our CIDA (Canadian International Development Agency). The Americans are spending $100 million to build an Iraq-wide television, radio and print business. The TV and radio stations would operate much like a public broadcaster (i.e., CBC) and eventually sometime down the road be sold to private hands. The Americans are not real keen on public broadcasting. But I digress.

The main television hub or head office would be in Baghdad with affiliate stations producing regional programming across the country and of course these stations set up their own regional news and current affairs operations. Sounds simple enough, right? Yes, but not in a war zone. Even my military training was not enough to see me through what was to come.

When I say my military training, I mean, the week I spent at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas learning how not to die in Iraq. A week in boot camp is mandatory for anyone deploying to Iraq. They put you through a battery of medical tests and vaccinate you with everything – smallpox to anthrax. I avoided the smallpox but had to have the anthrax. So far, no side effects! They don’t want you keeling over in Iraq or coming down with some bizarre disease so they do their best to weed out the weaklings at boot camp.

The rest of the time on the base was spent learning how to provide primary care to injured colleagues; basically, how to stop the bleeding until a medic arrives on the scene. And how to wear a gas mask. Yes, there is a method to wearing a gas mask and you had better get it right because if you don’t, you die!

Oh yes, we had to attend lectures by senior military brass and in one instance were told in no uncertain terms that if we cooperated with the enemy, we would be hanged according to U.S. military procedure regardless of citizenship. When you are working for Uncle Sam, you play by his rules!

Actually, the week in Fort Bliss was quite pleasant. My little group bonded almost instantly. Funny how when you are going into a place where you could die, how tight and close knit you become with strangers. Once we were given the ‘good to go,’ issued our dog tags, flack jacket (40 kilograms), helmet and gas mask, it was off to Washington. D.C. and then I flew to Amman, Jordan.  

It was in Amman my bosses decided that going to Baghdad would be a bit dicey. I was supposed to go into the capital to meet and greet the television folks, then fly up to the affiliate station in northern Iraq, there to work with the Kurds who, by the way, love the Americans because the U.S. dispatched Saddam. Saddam being, of course, the same lunatic who gassed half a million Kurds a decade or so ago. The Kurds have carved out a chunk of Northern Iraq territory and run their own show.

Anyway, the decision was made to send me to Basra, Iraq’s second largest city, population 3+ million. So, we flew to Kuwait City and drove the three hours into Basra. From the moment we crossed into Iraq you could feel the tension. There were 6 of us ex-pats, 2 Yanks, a Haitian, a French Canadian, a Singaporean and yours truly, our own little United Nations contingent.

Everyone of us except me were grant managers. They were charged with spending Uncle Sam’s dough to rebuild priority items such as schools, hospitals, libraries and so on. When driving into Iraq, there were three of us in one truck (Suburban) and three in the other, a decoy truck out front and a decoy truck on our flank. Each truck had two guards, armed with Kalashnikovs and RPG’s.

The decision was made before we left Kuwait that if one of our vehicles was hit with a RPG, the others would not stop but would carry on, no use having everyone die. A rocket propelled hit guarantees instant death, I saw what it does to several vehicles. Not much left!  Even those steel enforced Land Rovers that some NGOs (non government organizations) like to drive around Iraq in don’t stand a chance with an RPG. That is why RPGs are so plentiful and cheap – a couple of thousand bucks buys you one, a hundred bucks buys you a Kalashnikov. There is no shortage of cheap, efficient weapons in Iraq.

Our compound in Basra was very nice. Two houses renovated and restored to USAD standards. A 10-metre wall with barbed wire surrounding the entire compound. We had two back up generators in case the local power was knocked out, 2 in-house Iraqi cooks and 14 Kurdish guards to keep us safe. We had satellite television, air conditioning of course and a very friendly crew. Remember, the Kurds love the Americans and would die defending us.

Each morning I would be driven to the television station which was surrounded by guys with guns, and after showing ID, I was escorted inside. There I met with reporters and management and so began the task of building a newsroom. When I arrived, they were already producing a half hour newscast at 7pm. It wasn’t pretty but at least they were providing the audience with up-to-date news. They were very open to any help I could provide. In short, my job was to set up a proper newsroom. I built a structure that included the news director, assistant news director, show producer, assignment editor and so on and provided a written document outlining each position’s responsibilities. We had an assignment board built and installed for all to see. Each reporter was given a written outline of goals and objectives of story telling using pictures and sound. My biggest problem was that I could not leave the station with the reporters – too dangerous. You see, shortly after we arrived in Iraq, the Abu Ghrab prison torture story broke across the world. So, any foreigner was fair game for pissed off Iraqis.

So, I did the best I could from inside their shop. Since the Basra affiliate was housed in a temporary building, we would sometimes drive around the city to shop for locations for a new permanent station. Or we would visit the CPA (Coalition Provisional Authority) headquarters for meetings and or lunch. I worked with a group pf Brits who looked after the technical support at the Basra affiliate. They used a group of ex-South African commandos to keep them safe and me when I was at the television station. Now these boys are as tough as nails and are thoroughly professional, but still very polite, kind and extremely helpful.

However, when traveling with them around the city, there are two guards in each truck, one up front, the other in the back with us. Each guard has two AK 47 guns. In the back seat we (myself and Miles, the technical director) each have 9 mm Glock pistols. We were told that if there were problems, i.e., stuck in traffic, and the crazies tried to get inside the truck, we should shoot first. We kept our hand on the trigger whenever we traveled with the South Africans.

I was not able to mingle with the locals; it was impossible to even cross the street to buy a coke from the lone vendor by the side of the road.  But I saw enough from our vehicle – extreme poverty, rubble everywhere. The rusting tanks from the 1991 Gulf War were still sitting where they were stopped more than a decade ago.

Basra is a port city and most of Iraq’s oil is exported from this city. But today only a trickle is flowing because the crazies keep blowing up the pipelines. The crazies I refer to are the ex-Saddam supporters (members of the Sunni sect) who don’t want to give up their former good life and their opposition are the clerics who would turn Iraq into an Islamic state similar to Iran.

Once upon a time Basra was a rich fertile prosperous region fed by the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. It is home to the Marsh Arabs. But Saddam did not like them because they were not from his tribe so he dammed the rivers and turned the region into an environmental disaster of catastrophic proportions. A giant dusty desert littered with half-built homes and much rubbish. While it will cost billions to restore the region to its former glory, the country has the potential because Iraq has largest the world’s second oil reserves, exceeded only by Saudi Arabia.

It was in late May that Muqtada al Sadr (a member of the Shia sect) issued an order to his supporters to kill all the British. Since southern Iraq and Basra are controlled by the Brits, we stayed in our compound for 48 hours. The next morning it was noisier than usual. More bombs and gunfire. Just before 10 a.m. on Saturday morning, I was on the cell phone with my colleague at the TV station when bang, boom, crash and more bangs,

It sounded like the militia were coming over our compound walls. We were all ordered into a tiny back room.  My heart pounded.  I figured that was it, we were all dead.  I wanted to get out of there, figuring that when they burst into the room, they would shoot us all like fish in a barrel. Behind our compound was a stream and empty field beyond. At least I could make a run for it. Incredible what goes through your mind at the time. Survival at any cost! But suddenly it stopped. We waited and waited and waited until a guard knocked on the door; ‘it was safe to come out.’

Our compound sticks out like a sore thumb.  It is no secret to anyone that it houses foreigners. So, when the crazies arrived, they knew who lived there. But they did not know if there was anyone home. Rather than wasting ammunition breaking into the place, they shot up the outside of the building, figuring that if someone returned fire, then bingo they would storm the building easily overpowering our guards. Our protectors did not return fire.

Thankfully our Kurdish guards were told to hold fire until the enemy came over the walls or when they saw the whites of their eyes. – whichever came first!  At this point I said to our team leader that it was time to get the hell out of the country. We had a meeting and all unanimously agreed to evacuate.

He made the arrangements and 72 hours later we were all back in Kuwait City. However, before we left, I asked the lead guard to teach me how to use a Kalashnikov, figuring that if the crazies tried again before we left, I could fight back and we were driving back to Kuwait so if something happened en route, at least I’d know how to fire back. It was not my intention to even touch a weapon before I left Canada but reality kicks in very quickly.

I vowed not to return to Iraq again…so much for vows, I returned for three more assignments over the years without any drama. By the way, I did finally make it to Baghdad on my second assignment. I lived in the Red Zone a few minutes walk from ‘old Baghdad’ but confined to the compound. Too dangerous outside so broadcast students came to me complete with their television gear. But that’s another story for another time.

I figure we in the west are privileged and somebody has to reach out and help those countries whose people are democratically trying to make go of it.

Since the CBC brass killed our Vancouver-based television show “50 Up” in 1998, this is how I now make a living. I have worked all over the former Soviet Bloc countries in Eastern Europe. In addition, I’ve done 3 tours in Afghanistan, lived in Libya and South Sudan among other countries. The world-wide pandemic has kept me at home for over a year. I don’t expect to be traveling anytime soon. It’s going to take a long, long time to vaccinate 7+ billion earthlings.

For some great pictures of Marc in Baghdad please click here

                                                
                                                                      ADDENDUM

It’s been 17 years since I penned the ‘Road to Baghdad’. Today, many Iraqis’ wish Saddam Hussein was still in power. As dismal as it was under Saddam, stability prevailed. But Saddam was a blood thirsty megalomaniac as were his sons. He slaughtered millions of his own people and deliberately gassed thousands of Kurds in Kurdistan (Northern Iraq).

While the Sunni and Shia compete for power in the vacuum that is the Iraqi government today, democracy takes time to root. In my opinion it will continue to take time and assistance from the west for Iraq to prosper again.

Marc Gage has worked for CBC TV across the country in addition to the CTV Television Network as the Atlantic and Prairie Bureau Chief. He continues to work in the world’s emerging democracies including war zones and post conflict regions around the world. He can be reached at: cmarcgage@aol.com and marcgage19@gmail.com

 


                 
HOW ABOUT A GENERAL KNOWLEDGE QUIZ? (from July 2004)

1. Who is the female detective created by Agatha Christie and played in many movies by Margaret Rutherford?
2. Who is Lord Greystoke?
3. Who is Pinocchio’s creator and woodcarver father?
3. What is the name of the B-52 that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, August 6th, 1945.
5. What is the name of the Canadian Air Force’s acrobatic team?
6. What is Superman’s planet of birth?
7. Whose epitaph reads: ‘I knew if I stayed around long enough, something like this would happen?”
8.  What is the name of England and France’s joint supersonic airliner?
9.  Who is Charlie Brown’s beagle pet who pretends to fly a Sopwith Camel against the German flying ace, the 'Red Baron?'
10. What is the name of the one-eyed giants of Greek mythology and legend?.

Easy?  Check the correct answers near the end of this edition.

        
"CHANGE IS INEVITABLE ... EXCEPT FROM A VENDING MACHINE."

                                 
   

ALAN WATERMAN in AFGHANISTAN

In the summer of 2008 word came down that I would be posted to Kandahar, Afghanistan, in Spring of 2009.  Something that was expected but still created a little anxiety – an unfamiliar country, a war zone. 

 The lead up to my rotation included Hostile Environment Training. Think of a camping trip gone bad.  A week in the woods of Georgia, with former British Special Forces (SAS) members instead of Scout Masters, lots of weapons (blanks only), trip wires and booby traps, simulated kidnappings and attacked vehicles, battlefield first-aid that leaves you certified to close a sucking chest wound with a credit card, and other fun stuff.

In mid-February I said goodbye to family and headed for 10 days in Toronto to familiarize myself with National Radio News (hey, I’m normally just a TV guy) before “shipping out”.  At the same time my wife also planned a trip, joking that if I was going to sun-and-sand so was she, except in her case she was taking the kids for a couple of weeks in Maui to lessen the stress of knowing where I was headed.

 From Toronto I landed in Frankfurt where I met up with my camera op and colleague for the rotation, Dave Rae from Calgary.  This would be Dave’s sixth trip into Afghanistan.  The two of us overnighted in Dubai before the flight into Kandahar.

 At that time, Kandahar Air Field (KAF) had become a small city of 12,000 military personnel that was quickly expanding to more than 30,000.  It was the largest NATO base in the world, half the size of Gatwick Airport.  The “terminal” at the airfield was known as the TLS, or the Taliban’s Last Stand – a pock-marked building that was literally the last holdout of the Taliban around Kandahar City.  KAF itself was slightly surreal, where everyone except civilians was required to be armed at all times and nightly rocket attacks were the norm, yet you could grab a double-double at Timmy’s or a dinner at TGI Fridays and then watch the nightly “Hockey Night in Kandahar” ball-hockey game.

 Just under 3000 Canadian troops were stationed at KAF and formed the battle group, the front line troops that headed “outside the wire” and manned the forward operating bases around the region.  That spring, the battle group was filled by the 3rd Royal Canadian Regiment and then the 2nd Regiment of the Royal 22e, the famous “Van-doos”.  It was not a quiet deployment.  Hostilities had reached a fever pitch at that time - the Taliban had more equipment and were better paid than the Afghan National Army, which saw its highest casualties since 2001.  During my tour 9 Canadian Forces members died, including the 2nd woman in combat (just days after she arrived).  Memories of the ramp ceremonies still stay with me, especially on Remembrance Day.  Always in the middle of the night, all Canadian troops at attention on the tarmac, the lone piper, the metal caskets, shouldered by friends into a waiting Hercules aircraft, a Canadian flag hanging over the cargo bay.

My time was filled with seemingly long periods of comparative boredom while filing stories around KAF, punctuated with days of excitement “outside the wire” imbedded with the battle group.  It never really leaves your mind that despite the firepower and armour around you, things could go wrong in a hurry.  As they did during Operation Jaley, a 4 day offensive that had Dave Rae imbedded with a patrol when an IED went off, killing 2 Canadian soldiers and one Afghan interpreter.  Dave kept rolling in the midst of it all.  Two other Canadians also died that day in the largest Canadian-US operation since Korea.

Still, there were moments when you inwardly smile in amazement at what you get to witness: choppering into the Provincial Reconstruction Team (staffed by Canadian Forces members and 29 police officers) with cabinet ministers Stockwell Day and Lawrence Cannon; high-speeding around Kandahar City in Light Armoured Vehicles (LAV’s) to visit Saraposa Prison, where months before a bomb blew a hole in the wall and 700 Taliban prisoners escaped; visiting the Presidential Palace in Kabul to have tea with Hamid Karzai (and I think Lawrence Cannon might have been present, too); zooming across the desert in a Gryphon attack helicopter mission to resupply the forward operating bases (and then secretly picking up an ANA general and his Canadian special forces body guard); being introduced to Karzai’s brother, warlord Walli Karzai, who mistook me for a CIA operative (Walli Karzai was assassinated by the Taliban months later).

When my posting was up in April I handed off the pool coverage to Global’s Jas Johal, now a BC MLA, and flew out to Dubai for a short rest before heading home.  Both in Dubai and upon finally landing in Vancouver the one thought that kept striking me was, “no one is armed?”  It’s amazing how you become acclimatized to the otherwise bizarre.  That bizarre world was hammered home to me once again just 8 months later when Michelle Lang, from Calgary, became the first Canadian journalist killed in Afghanistan.  She had been riding in a LAV in Kandahar, as I had done, when an IED struck.

So the memories of Afghanistan remain vivid, helped by the photos I took, the stories I told for the CBC, and to this day the sand I’m still digging out of my old gear.


                                                           UPDATE.

The last few weeks, with the sudden sweep of the Taliban into power, have brought much heartbreak - to the Afghan people, to the Canadians who served there, and to those of us who personally know of those left behind.

Like many, I watched in horror as thousands braved the crush of the crowd, waded through the filth of an open sewer, and attempted to squeeze past the gates of Hamid Karzai International Airport outside Kabul.  It’s an airport in past times that I’ve simply waltzed into with nothing more than a backward glance at a cab.

In amongst the crowd or waiting in hiding back in Kabul, former interpreters for the Canadian military, fixers for our government, and more than a few Canadian citizens.  Most holding papers offering them passage to Canada. Several thousand more never received those papers or even a reply from Ottawa. Eight thousand applied, two thirds got an emailed response, only thirty-seven hundred were ultimately airlifted.

Among those left behind, many contacts and fixers I worked with, drank tea with, exchanged photos with.  I have no way now of knowing if they are safe.  I even heard from one of my graduate journalism students, himself a former interpreter for Canada, desperately working to get his two brothers (both former interpreters), their families, and his parents (who hold permanent residency status) out of the country.  One brother tried at least twice to make it to the airport but was turned back at Taliban checkpoints. They are now left to their own devices to somehow make it over a land border.

Many retired journalists are now working with Afghan veterans groups to privately help those who helped them through battlefields and village shiras (meetings), and kept them safe. The feeling is we can’t stand by, we can’t forget them now.

Thinking back, and now witnessing the current disaster and the official Canadian response, I feel horror, helplessness, and heartbreak.


Alan's bio: 
I joined the CBC in the summer of ’77, just 4 days out of high school.  Like most new hires, I did my obligatory stint in the mailroom (when Ron Mahy hired me he said, “A trained monkey could do this job, and probably better”).  From there it was time learning the technical craft in VTR, then almost ten years as an ENG News Editor, interspersed with gigs doing ENG camera, producing, and reporting.  When the union contracts changed to allow cross-skilling I became one of the first Video-Journalists, filing often for the National, NewsWorld (Net), as well as local.  I was assigned to stories throughout Western Canada and the U.S., as well as Asia, Cuba, and Afghanistan.  My pieces ranged from too many water-related stories (something about my name?) to several riots (both Stanley Cup riots) to earthquakes.  For more than 15 years I was also a Video-Journalism Trainer for the CBC.  When I retired in 2012, after almost 36 years, I began a new career as a director/segment producer/one-man-band for shows on Discovery Channel. These days I teach journalism at BCIT, bringing the skills of video-journalism and mobile-journalism to students for the past 5 years.



FABRICATIONS, HALF TRUTHS, WILD SPECULATION & TOTALLY UNFOUNDED RUMOURS
by Mike Oldfield.

It was all glitz, glamour, gaiety, flashing lights and our own Gloria Macarenko was on hand to emcee the 12th Annual “Achievements in Excellence” Awards at the Pan Pacific Hotel. The awards, known as the Graspys, are presented each year to persons who have overcome personal or physical hurdles in life in order to achieve excellence in their particular field. Apart from the local politicians and V.I.P.s rubbing elbows at this prestigious black tie affair, some world famous celebrities were also in attendance at the gala festivities.  These included Anna Konda, the daring Brazilian snake charmer … Claire Voyant, the reclusive English mystic, … Steve Adore, President of the Longshoremans' Union, … Macky Avelli, the brilliant designer who is often given to bad mood swings, … Sally Forth, the noted female explorer, ,… wealthy American playboy Austin Tayshus, ... Rick Shaw, the well known Chinese cabbie, .. Sharon Begorrah, the Irish feminist playwright, … Pete Moss, the organic gardener, … and the ageing dean of Italian press photographers, Emilio “Papa” Ratzi.   From what we hear, a good time was had by all.

In an article concerning national customs in our Spring issue, I stated that “All good Welshmen would pause for a leek on St. David’s Day.”  I would like to apologize for the regrettable statement. I did not mean to imply that Welsh men suffer from incontinence or are in the habit of relieving themselves in public. No slur was intended to anyone of Welsh heritage and I assure you that this type of reference will never appear in print again. Those Broadcast One promos showing our news team going from door to door and undertaking all sorts of chores if the householders will just promise to watch the CBC News have been so successful that five new ones are being considered. In these latest promos, the newsies will knock on your door and offer to …
1.   Fix your leaky condo.
2.   Sit with you and hold your hand while you undergo a root canal.
3.   Convince your live-in mother-in-law to move to the Golden Years (Maximum Security) Twilight Home.
4.   Disconnect the catalytic converter on your car that you can get some decent gas mileage.
5.   Rearrange those pink flamingos on your front lawn with flair, creativity and imagination that one expects of television performers.

                                          THE TELEVISION GOSSIP FILES  (from Sept 1997)

John Baxter informs us that Shari Lewis’ “Charlie Horse Magic Pizza” crew included several former CBC employees: Beverley Takeuchi, Ray Waines, Barry Frederick, Ian Belcher, Larry Watson as well as director Bill Davis whose previous appearance in Studio 40 was for “The Paul Anka Show” series. Did you know that Shari and her husband wrote one of the early “Star Trek” scripts?  From Revenue Projects’ Dieter Nachtigall comes word that the Shari Lewis series has included special guests Dom de Luis, Al Waxman, Alan Thicke and Lloyd Bochner. The series wraps after 20 shows in late October and expects to be back late Spring into Summer ’98 to tape a further 20 shows.

Anyone see Leslie Nielsen in the building? He’s been shooting scenes in a News set in Studio 42 for a future spoof on “The Fugitive” titled “Wrongfully Accused.”

The da Vinci‘s Inquest drama series to be shot in Vancouver is still in the script writing process.

Ralph Benmurgi is expected to put in an appearance in Vancouver to tape a week of his Newsworld talk shows starting October 27th. He’ll be using the Broadcast One news studio, formerly the restaurant.

From production manager Rhonda Burnside comes confirmation that a crew has been lined up to go to Tokyo on September 30th for the first two hockey games of the season. Packing their dictionaries and saying sayonara will be Gary Campbell, Jos Cranswick, Ross Luckow, Glenn Weston, Murray Wooding, Steve Martin, Brad Coates, Bob Paley, Steve Harrod, Ron Ireland, Tom Sloan, Tony Szary, Bill Moore and more importantly Linda Cheng Dupuis. The games are taking place on October 3rd and 4th.

A mixture of past and present crew members worked the Molson Indy a couple of weekends ago: Ray Waines, Bruce McDonald, Alan Stewart and Mike Varga. Seemed like old times.

Turning to News. We learn from News operations Derek Gardner that a new weekly item on Broadcast One starting this Fall will be freelance radio/tv personality Don Genova talking about food and wind. Pnina Block, just back from a year’s sabbatical in France, will produce.

Did we ever mention that switcher Peter Dobo has been sitting in for director-on-holidays Ken Stewart for the News?  Likewise Herb Baring.

Darcy Rota and “Sportsline” will be back for another season commencing October 4th. Leo Foucault repeats his producer chores..

As reported last month, the Broadcast One video cassette “The West Coast Trail” hosted by Andrew Younghusband and shot by Alan Stewart is on sale at Coast Mountain Sports and now Duthie Books at the Airport.  To view it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxs9uoWLoGU

Remember us telling you about the Air Canada prize that Tom Winstanley was giving him a free flight to the place of his choice every year? Well, last year he toured France, and this year he’s checking on England and Scotland.

Helen Slinger has been added to the stuff of “50/Up”as Senior Producer. According to exec producer Melanie Woods , we can expect 22 shows debuting on September 28th.

An enjoyable send-off for business manager Joe Battista was organized by Rhea Hudson and Kimberley Dutchak. Present among the many faces from CBC Vancouver’s past were John Kennedy, Rae Hull, Elie Savoie, his new VTV boss Nick Orchard, David Pears, Jacquie Fitzgerald, Sue Bennett, Ron Petrescue, Brian McEwan, Peggy & Mike Oldfield, and Maurice Moses.  

And to each and every one reading this, we greatly appreciate your input, your suggestions, comments and news.  And that’s a wrap.

 TTFN.

                                           ANSWERS to GENERAL KNOWLEDGE QUIZ

1.  Jane Marples
2.  The fictional Tarzan’s identity.
3.  Gepetto
4.  Enola Gay
5.  Snowbirds.
6.  Krypton
7.  George Bernard Shaw.
8.  Concorde
9.  Snoopy
10. Cyclops.

                                     

                                              MANTRA FOR LIVING.   Author: Dalai Lama

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve taking risks.
2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs … Respect for self, Respect for others, Responsibilities for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so that you know how to break them properly.
6. Don’t let a little dispute ruin a great friendship.
7. When you realize you have made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9.  Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12; A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation of your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16, Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you have to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

            When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know,
                       but if you listen you may learn something new.




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