I learned the
death of
Homer Stevens yesterday evening, surfing on the
Internet. The idea
came to type his name in the Google search window for getting news of him, I knew that he had published a book in collaboration with the canadian writer
Rolf Knight, his autobiography entitled
A life in fishing, it was enough to get some information about him. A phrase in italics drew my attention to the
Google search page:
He was the best of who we are. It was a title appeared on the front page of the
Vancouver Sun, an article by
Stephen Hume. I understood immediately, but I had read several articles before the confirmation of the
death of Mr.
Stevens, died Oct. 23, 2002 at the hospital in
Nanaimo.
Homer Stevens was Greek and Aboriginal descent, it was a hardening
Paul-Emile Victor and an
Farley Mowat, because he was alone a bit of both: a kind of explorer and ethnographer at its own way, but his life he lived in fishing for salmon on the coast.
Louidger.