It was an ordinary Saturday night in my hometown of Calgary. Nothing about the evening announced itself as historic. No banners. No blaring slogans. Just a community hall, a few speakers, and a petition on a table.
I had invited my wife, of decidedly unpolitical temperament, to join me at the Queensland Community Hall to hear speakers on Alberta independence and to add our names to the referendum petition. Full disclosure: I had already signed on as a canvasser. My wife, who had never attended anything remotely like this before, agreed simply to come along and sign.
(Incognito)
