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What war means to me

Usually in this column I reserve my opinions to such mundane things as learning how to snowboard, living without cable TV and dating a tyrannical BBQ-ing dictator who won’t let me cook meat.

But seeing as a war with Iraq is looking more and more likely, I’m using this week’s space to write a column of a more serious nature.

Like most of us, I woke up on Monday to a CBC radio newscaster announcing that diplomacy had failed and a war with Iraq was imminent.

It should have come as no surprise. Monday was the latest deadline in a series of deadlines, threats and ultimatums in the past few months. Naively, I guess, I’ve been holding out over that time for a peaceful resolution to this conflict (I apologize for the jargon but it’s now been ingrained deep in our collective psyche and it just rolls right off the keyboard.)

Monday morning however, was the first time a small knot formed in the pit of my stomach. It was a knot of dread and fear. And I haven’t been able to shake it since. In fact, it just seems to be getting bigger.

The thing is, all week I’ve been thinking about how another war is going to affect my little life in Whistler, about how things are going to change for me, about how I’m going to have to adapt.

One of my first thoughts was about the price of gas. How are we going to afford a gas hike, even a miniscule hike, when we can barely afford to fill the tank now? Our tank seems to be getting bigger and bigger every week. Either that, or it has a hole in it.

Now we’re going to be taking the bus to work, I thought to myself as I listened to the radio announcer – how horribly inconvenient. Although, admittedly, it’s entirely more environmental friendly.

Then I thought about how we needed to get cable TV. We live in Emerald and we can’t seem to get any channels, try as we might. We’ve been living without TV entirely for the past eight months and somehow coping. True enough, if there was a record for how much money you can spend at a video store in a week, we would win it hands down I’m sure.

My only complaint about the lack of cable is being the last one to find out about things, and as a reporter that’s very frustrating. I didn’t find out about the shuttle exploding until hours after it happened. I didn’t find out about the avalanche in Revelstoke until after the weekend.

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