LOST IN THE POLITICAL FOG

摘要

Sioux city was fogged in and so was I—meteorologically and metaphorically. I'd been chasing Bob Dole for two weeks, trying to catch him on the stump, hoping to see if he'd gotten any better at communicating with human beings who were neither elected officials nor Sunday morning news-show hosts. But no luck. The weather, the budget... the fates. He was never where I was. I was nowhere. All politics seemed murky and just beyond my grasp: the campaign, the budget talks, the true meaning of the Rose Law Firm billing records. So I called William Kristol, the GOP strategist, who always seems at the heart of things. He would know.