


Apparently sometime Christmas Eve or early Christmas Morning the old KFC bucket came down. No one was hurt but another Hespeler Landmark is gone.
The past, present and the in between. All because the Nome in my shoe told me to do this. From Hespeler to the world.
CAMBRIDGE
Hespeler's
tiny, 45-year-old liquor store is scheduled to be replaced with one of
the largest in Waterloo Region by this time next year.
The LCBO
plans to open a 12,000-square-foot outlet at 101 Holiday Inn Dr., as
part of a new retail plaza that will also include a new Shoppers Drug
Mart.
City council waived its environmental rules Dec. 8 to allow the development to proceed without more studies.
The existing Hespeler LCBO on nearby Shepherd Avenue is 3,200 square feet with limited parking.
The
new Hespeler store would be larger than the two-year-old,
9,500-square-foot LCBO at the South Cambridge Centre on Dundas Street.
LCBO spokesperson Linda Hapak said the company has no plans to replace the 6,000-square-foot store on King Street in Preston.
The
largest LCBO in the Kitchener-Cambridge-Waterloo area is 115 King St.
S. in Waterloo, with 16,000 square feet of retail space.
There
have also been rumours in recent years that The Beer Store planned to
build a big, new Hespeler store on the former Challenger Motor Freight
site at Queen Street and Groh Avenue.
That's near the existing, concrete-block beer store on Queen Street.
The Challenger site is vacant, after plans by Loblaw Co. to build a Great Canadian Superstore foundered.
City planning commissioner Janet Babcock says the property is up for sale after demolition and environmental clean up.
There
are no plans to renovate or replace the 4,000-square-foot Hespeler beer
store, said Sara Taylor, spokesperson for The Beer Store.
This article is from the Kitchener Waterloo Record.
While it is nice to see a new state of the art liquor store being placed here in hespeler, a new beer store is required as well.
OK, I
have been saving this one for the right moment and for some strange
reason this is the moment. So here it goes, the top signs that the real
estate agent you are dealing with is crazy.
You ask to see something in a Greek Revival: She takes you to a performance of “Oedipus Rex”
Instead of a pen,gives you a complimentary severed finger with his name and phone number on it.
Lists Protection money as a closing cost.
Works for the reality firm of Dion,Layton and Duceppe.
You ask to see a duplex, he shows you a video of Hulk Hogan
His office is a minivan
Tells you that the chalk outlines on the floor are the previous owners kids growth records.
Shows you the attic and then say’s”i bet you could pick off ten or fifteen people before you get caught”.
Insists on carrying you over the threshold of every home you look at.
The fixer upper he wants you to look at::128,567,525 Popsicle sticks and 15 tons of lepages glue.
And the main reason you know he is crazy: Wears a Mattamy Homes Blazer.®©
What does a young man just about to turn 16 wait for the most? A hot girlfriend? maybe, but in reality it is the DRIVER’S LICENSE. The right of passage to manhood, the ultimate freedom sign. No longer having to beg for a ride somewhere, no longer having to hoof it from Hespeler to a party in Galt [remember folks in 1973 there was no Cambridge transit] no more watching the cool guy’s driving up Cooper Street with the latest Led Zeppelin 8-track blaring while i sit on a 10 speed bike drinking my Fanta Cream Soda and day dreaming. It was August of 1973 and i had just successfully passed my drivers test and as i was driving home my dad explained to me how much responsibility i now held in my hands, don’t play the radio too loud and remember watch everything around you. I dropped my Dad off at the house and away i went to pick up the girlfriend and head to the A&W drive in for a burger and a root beer and to meet my friends who were already there waiting for me. As i pulled in to the parking lot everything was going good, no embarrassing problems with the Strato Chief and then i got cocky. A quick acceleration into the parking slot and over went two garbage cans, and i received a standing ovation from the gathering of my friends. No wonder my Dad used to call me Skidmark, and it wasn’t because of my underwear!