Mel Watkins, the face that once threw tremors into the intellectually virginal spines of the old ladies in double-breasted suits and cigars who populate the Granite Club, has changed somewhat. He sits over a beer in the lounge of the Explorer Hotel in Yellowknife, a million miles in ambience away from the University of Toronto political science common room where he was once the heart and soul of the Waffle, the true socialist’s answer to the non-socialist NDP.By Allan Fotheringham5 min
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