We had become the target of all the other campaigns, and rival candidates were beginning to negotiate deals with each other to stop me from winning. To meet this challenge, we had to scale up our operation and get better at bringing delegates over to our camp. Our offices outgrew a cramped space above a restaurant on Isabella Street, just off the Yonge Street strip in downtown Toronto. We moved to larger quarters nearby on Bloor Street that a property developer let us use—and we just kept growing. I did not make the mistake of trying to run my own campaign. I was too busy travelling the country and raising money. Whenever I did show up in my headquarters and surveyed the banks of phones and the complete strangers manning them, all giving me a cheerful wave, I was amazed at the sheer size of the operation. I left management to Ian Davey and a committed team of young lawyers. They had taken leave from their day jobs and were working all God’s hours on minimum wage. I would rather have worked with them than any number of paid consultants (even if I could have afforded them, which I couldn’t).
