Creighton Park was a fifteen-minute walk from the campaign office. I needed to find something to do when I got there so I decided to get a haircut. There was an old school barbershop called Tony’s run by an Italian and his son. Both men were Tony so it was easy to keep them straight,Continue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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The next day I was up early to visit the dry cleaner. On the way, I passed a neighbour tending his garden. He had two of my campaign signs on the front lawn. I knew very little about him. It seemed a good time to change that so I stopped to talk. Our conversation quicklyContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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Frank and I walked Albro Lake Road at twice our usual campaign pace. We hustled past the scrappy low-end houses with their motley colours, aged paint jobs, boarded-up windows, and broken-down cars. My mood had shifted and it made me see the neigbourhood differently. Frank caught up to me. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing,” IContinue reading “The Conservative? Continued…”
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Back at campaign headquarters we found the police tape and cars were gone. The media had left too. It was like nothing had happened. Inside, Dot was on the phone and unable to offer her usual smoky hug. I waved and went to the meeting room where the entire senior campaign team waited. In additionContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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On the national front, the Conservative attack on the Liberals was in full swing. Several weeks into the election, the story of the Minister and her assistant continued to have legs. It was curious to me this age-old morality issue had importance in the Canadian political landscape. Elsewhere in the world a story like thisContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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Buoyed by last night’s national interest in our campaign, I was up early and eager to get to work. It was only the first week of the election but I was feeling more comfortable than when it started. The good weather continued. It was a beautiful day in late May. The flowers were in bloomContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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Back at headquarters, Dot greeted me with a rib-cracking hug and a kiss on the cheek which left me smelling like cigarette smoke. I thought it may be time for me to start smoking again. “Your buddy Frank was in,” she said. “Frank Connors?” I asked. “No, the other one. The homeless guy,” she replied.Continue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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The day after Al’s tongue-lashing I was up early and knocking on doors by myself. Clive would not be pleased. I preferred to take my chances than have another run in with Al. As for Clive, his training would see me through. Besides, all the talk of death threats was likely a hoax. So far,Continue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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When I arrived at the campaign headquarters the next day I didn’t need Clive’s training to figure out I was the centre of attention. The two metre tall sign with my name on it told me that. Inside the building, my name was everywhere. It was on the wall and on the stacks of brochures.Continue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
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Two days later, active campaigning began. Prior to that, I completed the mandatory training day for candidates. It included ten hours of chaos jumping between photo sessions and a litany of workshops labeled with impossible training goals. Workshops such as: accomplished debating skills, successfully handling adversarial media, and positive persuasion of hostile constituents. I quicklyContinue reading “The Conservative? continued…”
Troy Myers 