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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…”

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…”

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…”

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…”

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…”

I rolled over to turn off the alarm feeling like somebody had hit me in the head with a baseball bat and stuffed my mouth full of cotton. Politics was proving not to be good for my health; two meetings, two hangovers. Then I realized it was Sunday and fumbled for my phone knowing that whoeverContinue reading “The Conservative? continues…”

John Bond was happy to speak first. He celebrated with an awkward high five to his friend that missed the mark. This reminded me of middle-aged guys playing golf celebrating a rare lucky shot. With a final fussing of my tie to make certain the knot’s dimple was exactly centred, I walked out, shook aContinue reading “The Conservative? continues”