I watched Sparkle Socks on TV last night. Sat at the kitchen table this morning and watched the truckers news conference on You-tube.
I figure I can sit in jail just as easy as at the kitchen table—hell I’m retired and ain’t much use to anybody anyway. Ottawa is a straight shot down Highway 11 which runs past my front door. I got the old car gassed up—packed a small duffel bag—prolly put a couple of jerrycans in the trunk. It’s prolly a 12 hour drive.
Soon as the live feeds from Ottawa drop I’ll be on my way.
Good luck sir!
