At twenty to eight, he was flipping burgers on the roof of a TV studio for the local morning show.
Two hours later, he was standing in the parking lot of a coffee shop in suburban Burlington, shaking hands, posing for pictures, signing autographs. He delivered another version of the same speech, praised the local candidate, called on the faithful and then went inside to buy four boxes of muffins for the travelling party.
Another hour and he was in Stoney Creek, speaking under a white tent set up outside the ice cream shop. He delivered another version of the same speech, praised the local candidate, called on the faithful and was outfitted in the jersey of the local football team. Then he went inside to serve butterscotch ripple, heavenly hash and mint chocolate chip to a winding line of eager supporters.
At present, he’s getting a tour of the Welland canal, the local candidate seemed a fount of fun facts about the structure as he expounded on the need for a special historical designation.
He’s on his way back to the bus now so that he can be at a seniors centre in 15 minutes to participate in a town hall. Then it’s to Niagara Falls for a barbeque at the Italian club.