Politics, another bizarre preoccupation
of adults, would make its appearance
from time to time in the life of the town.
Dief came during an election campaign
to made a speech at the Pav. As he left
I shook his hand, and remember wondering
how someone that profoundly unattractive
could be the Prime Minister of Canada.
Sometimes there were election rallies
that they would pack with school kids.
Once we were sent by bus to Kingston
to hear Pearson speak in the hockey arena.
Suddenly, right in middle of his speech,
a crowd of Tories, who’d been strategically
positioned around the stage, pulled out
their signs, started waving them and yelling
slogans, until they were strong-armed outside.
Politics was very similar to the carnie
that came about once a year every summer:
the freak show, the girlie show, dodgy rides,
cotton candy and many kinds of toss games
with prizes of giant stuffed animals, all rigged,
we knew, but always enjoyable nevertheless.