It’s noon hour on Central Avenue, in Prince Albert.  While most of us are heading out to lunch, a group of people can be heard, chanting, in the street.  They’re loud, really loud.  Hard to ignore, so I run up to the edge of the roof-top parkade and look down to see more than twenty people, stopped at a crosswalk, in front of the Canada Building.  They have signs, but only one which I can read.  It says “End…