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A son laments: Nonetheless, my father typed on about what were to him the greatest fish-habitat concerns of the day.
Of all his worries about the state of wild salmon in B.C., my late father, a commercial salmon fisherman for about a half-century, was particularly worried about the dangerously negative repercussions of the over-warming of waters on our wild salmon, not to mention fish-farming and pollution. Many very-early mornings, I’d briefly get up for a washroom break and see the light breaking through underneath his bedroom door and into the hallway’s darkness, with my father on the other side very-slowly typewriting missives to various politicians. I must’ve proofread and made many grammar corrections to almost a couple hundred letters of his over the years, just on this topic alone. more@deltaoptimist 09:41
