I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins.
Personally, I don't think the Machiavelli (not!) of Quebec will bite. I neither think his appetite is great enough nor do I believe the bait sufficiently enticing. He and his party are also in no position to play ball. Dion's political acumen, however, is so suspect that it is anyone's guess. That said, I am running a game (read the place you go for a swim without fear of sharks and your eyes go red from the chlorine) for the person who predicts most accurately when the writ is dropped. (A dropped writ seems the most definitive indicator that sign posts will soon be seen in front of a house near you.) Leave a comment below or drop an email to me of your prediction, and your best guess will be recorded, and a prize, if you win, begrudgingly, awarded. Look deep into the waters. Jeff