-By Peter Foster
And a nice package it was, I loved that car. I had the audio warehouse in Regina install a great stereo system in it that produced an absolutely mind-numbing 12 watts of power to 4 Jensen speakers.
And I was on a road trip to visit a friend in northern Saskatchewan when I needed to fuel up in Nipawin. While paying for gas, I notice right beside the till a stack of cassettes advertising a compilation of greatest hits by original artists. I perused the list, Beatles, the Stones, the who, Black Oak Arkansas, the works. So I purchased it. Good road music.
A few miles down the road, I unwrap my purchase and put it in the player. And all those advertised tunes were on it, but all played by the same band, who were pretty bad. So I pull up the cassette case, and much to my consternation, discover that this terrible band currently destroying my sound system is named. The original artists!
Angry at first, my first impulse was to drive back to the service station and insert it someplace dark and foreboding, but realized I had been rightly duped by a brilliant but rather malicious marketing scheme, and had a good laugh at the silliness.
Which brings me to this topic!
The royal museum of British Columbia has finally figured out how to free large totem sitting in the dark confines of the abandoned 3rd floor. They cut a hole in the roof, set up cranes and winched it out to a waiting truck, where it was cleansed with cedar bows and, as we speak, is on the journey to its rightful resting place.
The third floor of the museum, complete with old town, will eventually reopen to the public sometime in the future, and the nearly 800 million dollars to construct a more diverse, inclusive, seismically sound museum is merely a memory in ex premier Horgan’s obviously feverish mind.
So, for all the carrying on of decolonizing the museum and replacing the entire building, they are now back where they started, at a cost of God knows how much. For nothing!
I must admit, just like that old cassette I bought, I sit bemused and amazed at the sheer silliness of it all. Perhaps one should never let your expectations exceed your sense of reality!
Opinions and ideas expressed here are those of the author and don’t represent those of LMT.This title is ironic because It something I never have for Peter’s Writing.
