May 20, 2015 - 6:00pm
Good bills -- unfortunately, not all the bad ones -- died in the 2015 sine die chaos. There is one survivor that somehow lives to raise its own kind of hell.
I started diving in 1956, in the lakes and rivers of Southern Ontario. My first saltwater dive was in the Florida Keys in 1960. I had never seen a reef before, and was awestruck by the profusion of fish in the endless expanses of Acropora. It was breathtakingly beautiful.