Judging from the angle of his head, viewed from 20 rows back, it looked like Stephane Dion caught a nap between Quebec and Manitoba. He awoke in time to speak before a hundred or so supporters in an airport hangar just off the tarmac at Winnipeg International Airport.
Not his finest stuff. The cavernous venue let the momentary bursts of energy float away. It was cold and grey outside. The latest poll numbers were no good. And anyone there was, presumedly, skipping Thanksgiving dinner to be present.
Still, the assembled seemed quite taken by his closing stanza. They always do.
Onward to Vancouver.