Change

I took the wife to a nice hotel for a change and a rest.  The bell-boy got all my change, and the hotel took the rest.

The reason I originally came here for a job, was that, for 150 years, this area has been known to be in the forefront of industry – insurance companies, breweries, distilleries, and all kinds of manufacturing jobs, often with companies that were on the cutting edge for their time.  While I bemoan the passing of the manufacturing jobs, the region continues to reinvent itself in the service, and technology theaters.

Despite over 80% public disapproval, the mayor and several councillors continue to midwife the birth of an ego/memorial, street railroad.  They want to be remembered as the visionaries who breathed life back into a downtown area which has been moribund for 30 years, although their project may be years too early.

Even though my taxes will go up, it seems to be working.  New, upscale restaurants and clubs are already opening, down the main street, and an old, ex-Sears store has been converted to apartments.  A block below my auto-parts plant, at a major intersection, the main plant and head office of my bankrupt shoe company has been converted to condo lofts.  Yuppie acceptance was so avid, that move-in dates were delayed for over a year, while they built two more stories on the old four-floor building.

Between the two buildings, a new bus/train/LRT station is going in.  Across the corner, a U-Haul office was torn out, and a ten-floor apartment is being built.  On the final corner, the Community College has erected their School of Optometry, and School of Pharmacy, where the chiropractor’s son is studying.

Up the hill behind them, and over the railroad tracks, across from my old workplace, the owner of the strip-mall property has just announced a complete rebuild.  Gone will be our tacky watering-hole bar, and a Tim Horton’s outlet which died after our plant closed, because of poor access and parking.  Built before drive-throughs, it moved two blocks up the street and took over a failed Wendy’s.

Research In Motion, also known as the RIM Corporation, was founded in our sister city to the north, and made BlackBerry Phones, until the company name finally changed to BlackBerry.  When they had almost as much money as Carlos Slim, or Oprah Winfrey, they endowed a think-tank known as CIGI, the Centre for International Governance Innovation, who try to show political entities all over the world, how to run their fiefs cheaper, smoother, fairer.

RIM Corp also created the Perimeter Institute, a collection of mathematicians, cosmologists, theoretical physicists and quantum mechanics experts, guys with really tiny wrenches.  Supported by BlackBerry, they’re busily trying to develop things like FTL space-drives, teleportation systems, and quantum computers.

It’s been visited by the likes of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, who is bringing Carl Sagan’s Cosmos back to TV.  Steven Hawking has stopped by to bless and anoint it, and is returning this spring.

After RIM/BlackBerry became rich and famous, the two inventive, innovative founders were eased out by the shareholders, and a bean-counter administrator was hired to run it.  Run it he did – almost into the ground.  While it was in its death spiral, he grabbed his $55 million Golden Parachute and bailed out.

The latest CEO seems to be turning it around.  A 3000 unit order by a major US police department is not enough alone to revive it, but is a vote of confidence which may have caused Ford Motors to decide to put BlackBerry technology in their cars.

When they were carving BlackBerry’s tombstone, Panasonic moved into my old auto plant.  Merely a marketing and R&D office at first, they soon made it clear that they were willing to purchase real estate that RIM was selling off and use it to manufacture Panasonic Smartphones locally.

A couple of years ago, Google opened an office in a rehabilitated tannery, a block beyond the new pharmacy school, sharing space with automation and robotics firms.  The area is so promising that they have decided to expand, moving up the street beside Panasonic, into a space where I used to make Jeep parts.

When I started working there, my favorite local radio station played good, solid, baby-boomer Rock and Roll.  Over the years it changed to Soft Rock, and then to Pop, and finally to Bubble-gum, not fit for anyone over 22 to listen to.

A young man at the plant introduced me to his station.  Coming from just at the edge of clear reception, 35/40 miles away, it loudly and proudly called itself The Hawk.  For years it played only Classic Rock!  Sadly, commerce and changing demographics forced it also to change to Soft Rock, and finally Pop, under the inspiring moniker, More Radio.

I don’t think I was exposed to Justin Bieber, but I heard his girlfriend, Selena Gomez, and the entitled and irritating Taylor Swift, who I never, never, ever want to have to listen to again.  One evening recently, the son wanted More information about the ex-Hawk station, so he accessed their website.  He came rushing out of his room and turned the stereo in the living room on.

Apparently, at 5 PM on a Friday evening, without any hoopla, or even a warning announcement, they quietly changed to All-Country, all the time.  I have become my father.  The radios in the house and car have gone silent.  It’s all right though.  If any of you have words of consolation for me, I can’t hear them.  I took a screwdriver and poked my eardrums out.

Some of it’s good.  Some of it’s….meh.  I’d settle for a lot less, “Plus Ça change,” and a bit more of “la même chose”!  Alas, woe is me!    ;)

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12 thoughts on “Change

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    Change is the only constant. La meme chose is optimal when it comes to music, though. Keep the rock, lose the Biebs…and other POP…or be prepared for a run on screwdrivers…

    • Archon's Den says:

      Thank (an imaginary deity) for CDs, but the Sounds of Silence seems better and better. I can’t even read in the easy chair while the wife plays her inane pop-a-balloon video game – and her playlist of Adele, and Celine, and Daughtry on her laptop. Why, I’m GONNA….take a deep breath and go upstairs to the computer room and compose a blog. :)

  2. DH and I have completely different tastes in music, thus separate playlists, that we listen to in different areas of the house. I could never listen to country, hubby loves it. I’m just happy that he has a man cave to go to for his musical choices.

    • Archon's Den says:

      I used to listen to a fair bit of Country with my parents, but it has changed over the years – drastically, and not for the better . They tried to sell it as Country Rock, but neither side would buy it. Shania Twain as country??! It’s like Korean Rap, it just don’t make no sense! :?

  3. Jim Wheeler says:

    I abandoned radio for pod-casts years ago. I think the last radio program I heard was Your Hit Parade. Sigh.

    • Archon's Den says:

      I should have known that something was afoot. DJs, and significant chunks of programming would disappear, and be replaced with rebroadcasts of Kasey Kasem’s American Top Forty, from 1981.
      Haven’t figured out podcasts, and don’t know that I want to. At least CDs don’t wear out, as tapes used to. :)

  4. benzeknees says:

    I am not happy with the direction of radio stations either, but I guess they have to cater to the upcoming generation.

    • Archon's Den says:

      That’s the reason that Jay Leno got dumped. He was beating Letterman, and bringing in 3 – 3.5 million viewers, but Jimmy Fallon brings in 10 million money-spending young folks – and works for half the price. I may buy the boxed set of every Johnny Carson show.

  5. whiteladyinthehood says:

    I still listen to the radio. I have a “classic station” I jam on when I walk on the treadmill (stuff I grew up with, like Journey and AC/DC) you can laugh if you want to! :) Then I have a station called, The Edge, that plays hard rock/alternative that I love. You cannot live in the south and not be bombarded by country…which some of it can grow on you (like a fungus in a weird place). Sometimes I will stream in other radio stations on my computer and then I discovered Music Channel tv. I pick one with a certain genre and listen while they show clips and facts about the band that is playing.

    • Archon's Den says:

      Nothin’ wrong with Journey, or AC/DC, OR a station that calls itself The Edge. Music Channel TV can’t get over the snow drift at the border. When the son was home during the day, he and the wife used to watch something similar on Canada’s Much Music, called Pop-Up Video. They’d play videos of newly-released songs, and have a graphic like bubbles rising to the top. When they burst, they gave all the behind-the-scenes details. The wife couldn’t read them fast enough before the next bubble burst, so the kid read them to her. :D

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