 | John Edwards Edwards escaped my camera a few days ago at one of his health-care town meetings. He won't slip away again. I'm standing in an extremely wealthy stranger's kitchen, waiting for Edwards to walk past the Santa Claus refrigerator magnets to get to the living room. He's notoriously late to events like these—so much so that the New York Times just mockingly listed his excuses. I politely block Edwards' path and hand him the baby before he has a chance to say yes. Not a word about how cute Dahlia is or how children are our future. Appearing glassy-eyed and vacant, he must be all cuted out from having his own young kids on the campaign bus. | |
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