There is a Classic black & white movie called Dr. Strangelove, or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb. It was made in 1964 during the Cold War, defined as a state of geopolitical tension that developed after WW II between the West, the U.S. and its NATO allies, and the East, the Soviet Union and its satellite states. It was termed a “Cold” War because there was no large-scale fighting between the major powers. As it is today, there was always a smaller regional war being waged somewhere with opposing sides backed by either the East or the West. Dr. Strangelove was a dark comedy that satirized our fears of nuclear war and it didn’t have a happy ending.
What do these words have in common: hump, bump, jump, thump, dump, rump? Think driving on certain streets and parking lots. We’re all familiar with speed bumps, ridges set on the road surface at intervals to control the speed of passing vehicles. A speed hump has the same purpose in mind as a traffic calming solution but is bigger, wider than and not quite as jarring as a speed bump. Saskatoon is going to test some speed humps next year in spite of warnings from the Road Maintenance, Transit and Fire departments about response time delays and possible damage to the undercarriage of buses and snow removal equipment.
Last Thursday morning I had just heard that a couple of broadcasting station managers I have known well for many years in Saskatchewan are moving on. One is heading to British Columbia and the other is retiring. Less than an hour later I heard about Brad Wall’s retirement. There’s an old saying that the only certainties in life are death and taxes but there is a third certainty and it’s called change. Nothing is forever, and isn’t that a fact? Time slips by. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and before you know it, decades have passed. As far as my industry comrades go, sometimes it’s time to hand over the reins to the younger generations.