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Show ommunity lews A2 • WEDNESDAY, APRIL 2, 2008 Covering what matters most - N E W S - Spanish Fork Lane Henderson Publisher Namon Bills Editor Dana Robinson . . Assoc. Editor The Spanish Fork News is published each Wednesday for $37.50 per year in area and $4 i .50 out of area by J-Mart, 280 North Main St., Spanish Fork Utah 84660. Email stories to editor@spforknews.com Email ads to ads@spforknews.com Call us at 794-4964 POSTMASTER Send address changes to Spanish Fork News 280 North Main St. Spanish Fork, Utah 84660 The entire content of this newspaper is Copyright© 2008 Spanish Fork News. All rights reserved. No parr of this publication may be reproduced in any form without die written permission of the editor or publisher. Application to mail at periodicals postage rates is pending at Spanish Fork, Utah. DEADLINES Weddings, anniversaries, missionaries, 1st birthdays, articles, photos, letters to the editor Friday, 12 p.m. Display advertising and classified advertising Thursday, 12 p.m. ™* nW P *B 280 North Main St. Spanish Fork, UT 84660 York Doll was playing, but had no idea where the theatre was and our The Galloping Geezer time was running short. We anxiously Gary Davis asked directions of a man who was directing traffic, and wearing a Spring temperatures have again Sundance ID vest of some sort. "That theatre is clear across town," given way to more wintry weather. And winter takes us back to the he announced. "How do we get there?" I asked. Sundance Film Festival. A few years 'Take that bus right there," he ago, when the festival was making its annual appearance on in Park City, I said, pointing to an approaching read in the morning news about a film bus pulling to the curb being shown that day, which caught not fifty feet away. my interest. New York Doll, the story The two of us of a former heavy metal rocker who hustled over and hit bottom and later found religion, boarded the bus. As specifically the LDS Church. The the bus pulled out, story sounded both sweet and I suddenly realized compelling, so I suggested to my that I had no idea bride that we drive up and take in the where I was so that flick. I made this suggestion over the we could return to the spot later phone when Jean called from Provo and retrieve our car. I frantically to say she was on her way home from pressed my nose to the window, a doctor's appointment. vainly attempting to catch a street The moment my spouse walked sign, but I was too late. At the theatre, there was a huge in the door, I said we really needed to hurry to make it to the showing on line and tickets for New York Doll time, so she basically did an about had long ago sold out. Many, in fact, face and said, "okay let's go." The were trying to buy tickets from those films at Sundance don't repeat over who already had one. We ran into one and over like they do in most theatres. of my nephews outside the theatre. They're showcasing a zillion features Randy was also there to see Doll, and a particular film is lucky to get but he works for an entertainment three showings during the festival. distribution company and someone There are numerous venues where was providing him with a free ticket. movies are shown, some are in actual Randy seemed surprised to see us. "Are you guys Sundance People?" he movie theatres, but most are not. The traffic was heavy as vehicles asked. funnneled into town. We soon saw a "Hardly," my wife replied. parking sign for Festival attendees Since we couldn't get into the and were lucky enough to grab a just film we wanted to see and nothing vacated space on the street. I knew else interested us, we went shopping the name of the theatre where New for a place to eat and settled into a Letter to the Editor SF's Folly: Windmills in a Pit small Mexican restaurant where we had a marginally adequate dining experience and did some people watching. The festival goers were all dressed for cold weather, because Park City in January is pretty dang cold. My wife's attire, however, was something of an exception. She was wearing slacks and a light jacket over her blouse. She had no gloves and the foot wear, oh dear, the footwear. They weren't exactly sandals, but they weren't exactly NOT sandals, either. The toe portion was woven leather with lots of open space and she had no socks. This, of course, was my fault because I insisted that we leave for the festival the moment she walked into the house. I was not allowed to forget that unhappy fact. When we left the restaurant, the sun had dropped behind the mountains and the temperature had plummeted about 20 degrees. This had a dilatorious effect on my wife's already frosty mood. We started walking in the direction where I thought the car was parked, but that wasn't where she thought the car was parked. We trekked up and down Main Street searching for something that looked familiar. My wife's mood was not improved by our lack of success. She suggested we simply get back on a bus and eventually it would return to where we left the car. Thefirstbus we encountered said "Salt Lake" on the sign above the window. We next checked out a clothing store where I "It's a no brainer," d'clared Mayor Joe, To the council arrainged on TV, "Collecting taxes on a windfarm, Where naught but rocks used to be!" Wind farms all across the world, are Built by every conceivable means, All have one thing in common: they Bathe in the highest wind streams. Nine windmills huddled in a gravel pit? What a marvelous innovation! Sheltered from the wind storm, Needed for megawatt generation. Go, look at this modern-day marvel, Up the canyon near hi'way 89, Windmills just about eye level, Rising from the bottom of a mine. Windmills arrayed on the mountain, And windmills marshaled by the sea, But windmills buried in a gravel pit? You've got to be kidding me! Oh, fear of fear; Oh, woe of woe; As surely as the wind doth blow, For the Spanish Fork citizenry, The wind may no longer be free! Joe Fox Spanish Fork Each January when the Sundance Film Fest returns to our fair state, I inquire of the little woman if she'd like to go up and do some star gazing. You can probably guess the answer. Measuring the quality of life Life After Birth Janene Baadsgaard Clean energy from the wind, Flowing freely across the land, Harvested by giant windmills, Atop towers engineered by man. wanted to buy her some warm gloves and socks, but she would rather get frostbite and have her toes amputated than spend twenty bucks for a pair of ski socks that she would never wear again. I thought about checking into a hotel, but everything was of course booked up. A good cry, at that point, seemed like a reasonable option. I thought I remembered that we had parked the car by a place that had a sign that said something about an athletic club. I inquired of a local merchant if one of the places showing movies was a sports facility. He mentioned some place that I hoped sounded familiar and told us to go to the bus terminal and take the bus that said "Film Venues." Communication between my beloved and myself at that point was pretty much limited to icy glares from one half of the team and anxious contrition on the other. We boarded the bus and hopefully anticipated some familiar scenery as the vehicle made its appointed stops. On the sixth stop, the driver announced something about a sports complex. But alas and alack — this was NOT the place! I thought of getting out and letting the bus run over me. My eyes were glazing over as the bus pulled away. A few blocks later, my wife jumped to her feet and bounded to the bus door. Luckily, (for me), she had spotted our car at the very last stop on the venue loop. Years ago my obstetrician called me at home to educate me on the laboratory results of a blood test he'd ordered earlier. "At your age, your chances of having a baby with severe genetic defects are one in twenty-two," the doctor said. "After the blood test, your chances are one in two. You have a fifty-fifty chance of having a child with serious problems. Do you still want to continue this pregnancy?" "Of course," I answered. "I can order an amniocentesis to confirm," he offered. "No," I answered. "The results won't change my choice to have this child." "Well, it's your decision," the doctor answered. "But remember this choice will negatively affect the quality of life not just for you, but your whole family." After I hung up, I felt stunned, unsure of how to feel. So I cried. My two-yearold saw my tears and asked me why. It was difficult to find words to explain. "The baby inside Mommy might be different," I finally answered. Janene Baadsgaard "What's different?" he asked. "Different means the baby might not be the same as you and me." "Different isn't sad Momm y>" m y young son said. He was right. I stopped crying. When I told my husband about the doctor's report he said, "What ever shape our baby's in, she'll still be our little girl, and we'll love her and take good care of her." I had a friend who decided to be sterilized after her second child. Why? "I have two healthy children, so why should I take the chance of having one with problems?" she told me. "I just don't want to take that chance again." My daughter, Alisa, was said, 'Hello my sunshine boy!' born a few months after my Then I just smothered him with doctor's phone call . . . per- kisses all over. Caleb couldn't fectly healthy. Will she have stop smiling. When I glanced challenges during her life at the therapist, he had tears in time? Yes, we all do. his eyes. I held Caleb for alMy grandson, Caleb, was in most two hours and he never the ICU of a local hospital with stopped smiling." RSV for a month. Because CaEvery parent takes a lifeleb was born without a brain altering chance each time they and requires constant care day conceive a child; but the chance and night, the doctors kept urg- is not between having a "normal" ing my daughter, April, to con- child and one with "problems." sider Caleb's quality of life and Every child will have challenges her own and to reconsider her — be they physical, emotional, decision to actively pursue ur- social, mental or spiritual. Each gent care. parent is given the soul altering "They have not been able privilege to learn the true meanto grasp what a privilege Ca- ing of devotion in the midst of leb is and how immensely he those challenges. That deeply is loved and adored," April personal choice is what creates said after one long tiring day quality of life. The chance is rein the hospital. "Today I met ally a choice — to love, what-\ with several doctors and told ever the chances. them our family story. When I finished, they were all in tears. Janene Baadsgaard is the I explained how Caleb is sur- author of many humorous rounded by love and how our and heartwarming books for family's quality of life has families, including Families been richly blessed by his Who Laugh . . . Last, On the presence. The resident doctor Roller Coaster Called Mothcame up to me later and said, erhood, Winter's Promise, 'Thank you for reminding me Financial Freedom for LDS what quality of life really is.' Families, The LDS Mother's The respiratory therapist has Almanac and her most recent also been a skeptic. Today we publication, 15 Secrets to.a replaced Caleb's mask with a Happy Home, available at lonasal devise while I prepared cal book stores or on-line at to hold him. When they took www.springcreekbooks.com. off the mask, Caleb's whole She can be reached atjanene: face lit up in a big smile when I baadsgaard@juno.com. Don't panic — a little planning goes a long way Ready or Not Dawn Van Nosdol My boss asked me if I had a problem buying flour the other day. At first I thought that he was asking me to go buy some flour. I said that I didn't have a problem and I could run down and get it right then if he \ needed it. He laughed and said no, that what he was asking was if I had any difficulty finding flour on the shelves in the store to buy for myself. I said no, but that I hadn't been looking for flour, either. I have flour stored, but since I switched to using wheat flour and grinding it, it just didn't seem prudent to keep too much flour around. Besides, you don't buy flour when it is expensive, like right now, you buy it on sale before you need it. My boss asked me that question because he had a relative call from a small town in central Utah saying that there was no flour to buy in the entire town and they were starting to panic. I told him that I wouldn't worry too much, because you can only do what you can do. He agreed. I have been watching the news just like the rest of you and the newscasters are constantly repeating over and over and over about how high the gas prices are climbing, the higher price of food and how the economy is "failing." You would think that everyone is on the street because of all the houses that are being repossessed, people are losing their jobs, and gloom and more doom. Myself, I'm thinking — first, don't believe everything you hear because there is the news agenda — the shock and fear factor, and second, if you are concerned; and probably rightly so, then let's go about the current situation reasonably. Please, I'm begging you", See FLOUR* A3 -: |