To The Folks In Port Alberni


I realize that my departure from CJAV seemed hasty - just like Chris Arnason's. I wanted to let you all know that our reasons for leaving have absolutely nothing to do with you, our listeners. So many of you are faithful to the station, and I wanted to take this opportunity to let you know that I will miss you all.

Here's an extra-special thank you to some of the people and organizations who made our lives easier, more pleasant, and who also made us feel less homesick.


Rose Carlyle You, my dear, were the first listener to tell me you loved my voice, style and musical tastes. You were my first real fan... I can't explain the joy that gives me. The day before I left, you showed up at the radio station with some home-baked cookies, and a batch just for me. I told you that day that I was leaving Port Alberni. I wasn't sure if you were angry because of my departure, or upset because you were losing a friend, too. I wanted to let you know I always knew you were there.


To the Guys at Quality Electronics and Dunbar Computers Many times, we've gone to you, rather convinced that our 14.4 modem or Windows 3.1 and Netscape were all cursed with evil demons, and that things would never be alright again. It's nice to see that compassion and human kindness still live on, especially with the "little guys", like you. We owe you lots...


To Chris Talbot Not just a landlord in our last home in Port Alberni, but a guy who tries to solve the station's problems in a day. Don't give up, Chris. Someday, it will all make sense.


To the entire crew at Mid-Island Communications You will all get haloes at Heaven's Gates. Because you still offered that "grandfather" unlimited access account, we were able to spend a lot of time on-line, and meet many other Web Chatters like myself. I often spoke of my Internet chatting experiences on-air, trying to raise awareness about the Internet. If I had been able to say which company I had been with, I would have. But business name-dropping is never a wise thing to do in radio, or any other form of media. I hope that my daily stories of on-line experiences brought in a few extra clients every month. And I also hope you'll always have enough lines available to answer your clients' needs. I'll miss your friendly support and always cheery dispositions. It always amazed me that you could identify my voice, and even remember my first name. It made me feel very special indeed.

To Brad Pace An imp's soul trapped in a mortal's body. I worked afternoons with you for 6 months. I broke you in (Ok, sorta), and we even managed to have a good number of bantering sessions that I hope were entertaining for our listeners. Don't ever change that quirky outlook you have on life. It's what makes you unique. You're a good reporter, very hard-edged, getting to the guts of a story. I wish you the very best in your journalism career - you have what it takes, I believe, to replace Lloyd Robertson on the CTV News ... someday. I'll miss that easy camaraderie and friendship you offered every day, even when I wasn't in the mood to smile. Thanx, Brad.

To Shawn Tier A poet trapped in a career you thought would let you unleash your deep feelings for humanity. We've shared many a good talk about the important things in life - companionship, internet relationships, real life relationships, the pains and joys of love. We have a lot in common, much more than being both Leos. Sometimes our similarities have frightened me, because I've seen when silence isn't always golden, especially in your tortured soul. We have talked about so many topics since we first discovered that chat room, early that spring. It's difficult to put into words the loss I will feel from not talking with you like that anymore. The chat rooms just aren't the same, when these topics surface. If I had one "selfish" wish for you, it would be that you finally find peace in your heart and soul, hopefully around the same time you find it in your outside life, too. Thanx isn't enough. I can't tell you how much it touched me when I found out you spoke and thought so highly of me. You know what I mean... I know you do.


And, finally ...


To Wanda Keene A lot more than a friend. When you started working at the station, you would talk to me when things didn't go so well. You visited me whenever you got the chance. At first, I couldn't quite understand why, then I realized you needed a sympathetic ear, and you took the chance in trusting me. In return, you earned not only my trust, but also my friendship. We've talked about so many things, most of which are either private or confidential. I wasn't always sure that I deserved that kind of trust from anyone. You carry an air of independance about you that is admirable. I hope some of that has rubbed off on me. You've been a mother, a big sister, an informant, a damn good relay person - so much more than just a friend. But I guess that's how I would describe a friend. Like you. Wanda, you may think your love life is a whirlwind - enjoy it. I know you're often undecided when it comes to matters of the heart. I believe that someday, you will find the man your heart, sould and head have been searching for. He will be exactly what you need, and you'll never know the meaning of want again, because he will take care of each and every desire you have. Just remember to let your heart trust him.
You've been there for me, on "peachy-keen" days, as well as "get the hell outta my way" days. Not once did you ever stay away. You always seemed to look out for me, one way or another. I've never had a big sister, since I'm the oldest sibling in my family. But you're a damn good substitution.
Don't let the sales guys at the station ruffle your feathers. You have what it takes to keep them in line. Don't be afraid to crach that whip over their heads. They need a little jolt every now and then.
And if you ever decide to move to Campbell River, remember to look me up. I'll miss your presence, your little laugh, your visits, your efforts to get me off the Internet and into the Real World, and most of all, your friendship. Hon, you really are the nickname we've given you - Super-Wanda.

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