Pat King

I heard a boastful laugh among the horns and shouts as I strode down Wellington towards the Rideau Centre. It was February 16th. Tensions were heating up in Ottawa as everyone prepared for the police to finally swoop in and bring the convoy occupation to an end after three long weeks. Before its end, I wished to speak with the King himself. Pat King, I mean, the most notable face among the convoy organizers. And so I followed the laugh.