A crowd of 30 braved the rain to greet May at her first stop in Mission, in B.C.’s Lower Mainland. She hopped gamely from the train, reaching right over home-made banners—Keep Mission Green and X Urban Sprawl—for hugs. Lots and lots of hugs.
The tiny, silver-haired local Green candidate wore silver butterfly earrings and a matching butterfly nose-ring. “Go get ‘em, Lizzie,” she shouted as May bounded back up the stairs a few minutes later. (All aboard! All Aboard!, the conductor yelled, hustling media back onto the waiting train.)
As we left Mission, May marched us single-file back to our seats, past at least one senior in pajamas. Those of us without our train legs bounced drunkenly around the swaying cars. Twice, we interrupted supper—your choice of salmon or chicken cordon bleu—in separate dining cars. The diners—a 50-50 split of retirees and tourists—looked confused (and the waiters, irritated).
“That woman with the flower they’re all following must be the politician,” said one woman as we walked past.