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My home town was a mining town. My dad worked in the mines. Most of my friend’s dads worked in the mines — drilling and blasting, digging priceless uranium ore from open stopes, mucking it down chutes into underground railcars, loading it onto skips and lifting it to the surface. The work was hard. It was hot, humid, dark and dangerous, and as long as there was a demand for uranium, life was…