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Show Page AS Thursday, January 27, 1983 Park City News L ' im fma md w i V V- k.. -.l uM . . f itMunrlu HA JtfwW and thw I ,,irx ih nM T. I ih-wv TREES CAN GROW FROM NEWSPAPERS i VrdriimiK"! in HELLY- EAVITT INSURANCE AGENCY.INC. SHIRLEYOKELLY AGENT ALL TYPES OF INSURANCE Klnsuronctg agent J 421 MAIN STREET 649-683 1 mCi3ng tit by Gary Ileins A fire was lit under the abortion debate again last weekend as mock funerals and rallies were held across the nation during the tenth anniversary of the Supreme Court decision legalizing abortion. People have to have something to argue about, I guess." I have no intention right now of jumping into in-to the abortion debate, espcially since I don't have a pregnant ex-girlfriend and I'm not at all pregnant myself. And, anyway, "When does life begin?" is not the real question. "What is life?" that's the real question. There are billions of people alive in this world who are not, in fact, living. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of all people have only a faint conception of life they think all you need is a pulse. They believe they fear dying when, in fact, they fear outright living. I have a pome I wrote, about life, that I've been just dying to share with you ever since I started writing for the Newspaper in November. The pome was conceived a year ago when I broke my arm real bad in a terrible ski accident up at Bridger Bowl, Montana. I was test-riding a pair of demonstration skis with bindings unfamiliar to me when one of them fell off for no apparent reason just as I was about to make a transition from the steep to the flat and, up until then, I had already made six hard, fast runs on the pair without buying it. I estimate I. was doing twenty-five when I crashed onto the flat, hard-packed terrain. Debris flew everywhere. My goggles shattered, my wirey glasses were tied in a knot, there was a powerful gust of wind out of my lungs. (My pipe, in my breast pocket, somehow stayed intact.) I managed to make it down to the first-aid room by myself; but they did have to go back up with the snow-cat to groom the snow where I hit. The pome grew and grew as more and more people (like my English professors) told me: "I knew it would happen sooner or later, as much as you ski, Heins." (For the record now, I don't wish to be thought of as a poet. It's true that, as a friend of mine says in a rather Heinsian tone, I have gone "from bad to verse" in my writing; but mine are pomes rather than poems. I am what you'd call a pote. I trust you can understand under-stand my use of poteic license. ) So here's my pome about life. Enjoy it. It's highly readable. The('r;i Once above a steep run scarry, while I readied, strong and cheery. Over manv a light and luscious volume of frozen vapor While I nodded, nearly hi tils', suddenly I heard a crying. As of some fool dumblx calling from the va!!v floor. "Tis some craven," I muttered, "fearing on the valley floor Only this and nothing more." Deep into the powder plunging, fast I skied, decambering, turning. Whooping, having dreams no craven ever dared to dream before; But, as I floated, brightly beaming, suddenly I felt releasing, As of something rudely grabbing, grabbing from 'neath plush powder. "Is some snow snake," I wondered, "making my binding unsecure? Then methought "But why for?" Presently my boot grew lighter; hesitating then no longer, "Ski," said I, "or binding (truly your forgiveness I implore; But ) the fact is I am skiing, and so faintly I felt a releasing, As of snow snakes rudely grabbing, making you binding unsecure. And I am scarce sure I feel you" here came fast the flat, packed floor; Hardness here and nothing more. Startled by my lungs not breathing, low I laid here writhing, squirming, Cursing, screaming screams no brave one ever cared to scream before. Then, finding my upper arm broken ( surely this was no good token ) , I noticed coming the valley spokesman, who spoke the words "you ski-what for? This he uttered; and, as no craven, I echoed back '"What for?' ! Skieth a brave one evermore." Now with hospital nurse tending and arm bone beside me mending, To me came another craven who called himself the Doc Tor. "Surely," said he, "surely this is all it takes to teach you lesson. Surely, after this unfortunate accident on valley floor, You won't be planning, with such a score, to be going back up for more Beeth a brave one anymore? " Humored by my humerous broken, so the doc had illy spoken. , The rage by now within me surgin', I felt I should set straight Doc Tor : "When I was on the hard floor writhing (because of my released binding), I had come not close to dying; only being on valley floor. It's not as though I'll ski no more in a few weeks, I'll be off the floor Skiing as a brave one, ah once more. Just a moment don't ignore: "When I am on a steep face skiing, both mv soles under me turning, All my soul within me singing I see you down on valley floor Not knowing at all the feeling of what it's like to be free skiing A craven croaking 'He skis what for?' it is because I am no bore. Now take thy fear from out thy heart ! and get thy butt up off the floor ! - Beeth a craven nevermore ! " But the craven, never flitting, still is staying On the valley floor below me, just the same as seen before; And his eyes have not the beaming of a brave one's who is skiing. And the mountain o'er him towering invites the soul who fears the floor, But enfrights the soul who knows no more the craven soul stays on the floor; . Skieth the craven nevermore. . . Edgar Allan Heins SUMMIT SAVINGS OFFERS INSURED SAFETY AND MONEY MARKET RATES SUMMIT INSURED INVESTOR ACCOUNT 10.50 CURRENT RATE FSLIC insurance to $100,000. High money market yield. Low opening balance of $2,500. Convenient access to your funds. Detailed monthly statement. COMPARE OUR RATES TO THE COMPETITION THEN OPEN YOUR ACCOUNT AT THE RATE LEADER. THERE'S NEVER BEEN A BETTER TIME TO COME SEE US. UtiitiEnIS Savings' hmd Loan nssocmnorj 1750 Park Avenue. P O. Box 2519 Park City. Utah 84060 Telephone 801-649-9335 mm R;ilf. Mil .), i : .i.iKi . io I. : ,il l.iu ii nr i i i.ii ! i ii r! ii iii EQUAL LENDER "tint '.il.iiu .' i;irn at '" if flu- Ski conditions A young woman was seen around town recently wearing a t-shirt with a very intriguing motto emblazoned em-blazoned on it: "Snowfall is like sex. You never know how long it will ast or how many inches you will get." Indeed. Appropriately, it looks as if we will be getting at least a -dusting of powder on the slopes over the next couple of days but nobody seems to know how much. According to the National Weather Service, there's a very good chance that some fresh snow will be on the ground by the end of the day Thursday, although it could be a light fall. While predictions call for intermittent intermit-tent snowfall all day Thursday, chances are that the final accumulation won't be more than four inches. It will also be windy for the next few days with ridgetop gusts from 25 to 40 miles per hour. Temperatures Tem-peratures will be on the mild side, with highs in the low 30s and lows in the low 20s. All three local resorts, are reporting good conditions on powder and packed siirfades: Park City has a base of 74 inches. ParkWest has 63 and Deer Valley has 58. 1 All lifts at each area are currently open. Country Pine Antiques & Decorative Accessories. I'M J V ! MH South 9th East. Sail Luki- City. Utah 4HiJ (Slil).iJS 4 W jit n He's coming back ... Tim Weisberg returns to Park City! Don't miss this wonderful showman in concert at the Egyptian Theatre just two nights, Jan. 28 and 29! Curtain at 8 p.m. Tickets $14 general admission $12 members of PCP Reservations: mimiS 649-9371 tEC!J |