Although we have now lived on Prince Edward Island for a decade, the closest I fear we will come to being Islanders is through wee Oliver, who was actually born here, and thus presumably gets some sort of free pass (a pass that even David Weale doesn’t have). Once Oliver can say words other than “toast,” “Pooh,” and “Province House,” we will have to have him translate for us.
One of my friends phoned this afternoon to check up on me in advance of having my gallbladder wrenched from me on Tuesday. When I asked him what he was up to, he mentioned casually that he and his entire extended family had been at the Liberal convention on the weekend.
Other than New Liberal Kevin O’Brien, my lawyer [note: special “trick link”], and people I’ve come to know who’ve actually been in government, I’d been operating under the assumption that my Islander friends were of the same apolitical, dispassionate bent that I am. How naive of me.
It appears that not only these particular friends Liberals, but they are Liberals with strong opinions about Liberal Things. Apparently one half of the extended family bent one way on the leadership, and the other half the other way. Sunday dinner was cancelled. Relations are strained.
I’m now fairly confident that, lurking in the reeds of my other Island friends and acquaintances must be some New Democrats and some Tories. Perhaps even some communists? Do we have communists here on the Island?