TAMPA – On the way out of the convention zone, I spotted him: Jack Abramoff. He was sweating through a grey suit, looking for the radio talker who was about to interview him, getting an “oh-him-oh-huh” glance from a small portion of passersby.
“I’m here to do radio, mostly,” he said. I asked the boring starter question of the week: Which speech was he looking forward to? “Ugh,” he laughed. “I’m past that part of my life.” And so no Republican gets tarred with the phrase “Jack-Abramoff-approved.”
