Opinion

Dear Editor, Below is a letter I composed recently and forwarded to those involved to try to stop Harvest Power’s constant assault on our olfactory and respiratory systems.

Dear Editor, The stink over Richmond has now reached new intolerable levels. It’s gotten even worse since the recycling plant got approval to foul our air more than before. Windows cannot be opened, sitting on one’s patio is now out of the question.

You’ve gotta love the irony.

One of the perks of writing this column is a regular stream of invitations to wine tastings. In September I attended a blind tasting of a dozen Rhone wines from France under the expert guidance of sommelier Michelle Bouffard.

I confess that I groan whenever I see inserts in a newspaper or on the Internet with the heading “Fun Fact.

The sheer brute force of reality assaulted me on Oct. 15 when my 92-year-old mother, Estelle Civkin, passed away. It wasn’t unexpected at that age, but still, a shock to the system. My world contracted. My heart hurts.

Why, oh why, is the horrendous rotting smell still polluting Richmond?! This is happening more often and the stench is stronger than ever before. Even inside a closed door and window home/workplace, the smell seeps inside and becomes trapped.

Dear Editor, I am disappointed by Richmond city council’s failure to take any serious steps to address the disastrous air quality issue created by the new Harvest Power permit.

Dear Editor, Re: “Tunnel twin more expensive, less safe: Stone,” Letters, Oct. 26. With last week’s letter from B.C. transport minister Todd Stone, I gained new respect for the City of Richmond. Mr.

Dear Editor, Re: “Boyd goes on the defensive to knock off No. 1 ranked Seaquam,” Sports, Oct. 26. Back in the 1970s, gridiron football was a sport to be reckoned with in Richmond high school sports.