Oh I can tell you that! Pierre Elliot Trudeau.
I had it figured for Pee Wee Trudeau, not the father, mostly because Pee Wee was so much closer at hand...and I was too callow back then to have looked beyond the heat and pizzazz.
Though I drove regularly between Montana and Saskatchewan during those years and drank in hours of conversation beween the greats (Zofski and Gaboreau) whom as a middle-teenager alloted me hundreds of free-pass hours which I listened to, studied on, laughed along with until...well, what DID happen...? The beginning and the end seemed to come and go in those free and youthful (also beerful) months and years.
Yes, Zofski knelt at the feet of the early Trudeau, but even I was willing and able to cut through the crap of that. And him.
Glad to see your post...big winter here in the mountains the last week or so, 20 below, 35 mph winds, endless, bitter, deadly, enough, enough ENOUGH!!
Glad to see your post, I have overlooked it would seem.