“As the days passed and I took notice of the great line of huge trucks on Wellington Street, the invasion — it was nothing less — of the huge 18-wheelers and their drivers, the nightly bonfires, the fearful lineups at the few takeouts still open, I knew matters had reached a head. This was an absolute crisis.
I immediately called an emergency cabinet meeting. The peril was great. The thought ran through my mind that it might be on my watch that the great experiment, the over 150 years of our precious Confederation, could be at an end.
