Hillary Clinton
Daniel Webster College, Nashua, N.H., Dec. 15, 2007

In interviews, Sen. Clinton frequently mentions how meaningful it is for her to see fathers bring their daughters to witness the first serious female run for president. Getting a photo with her should be a cakewalk.

Not so fast. Secret Service protection means I have to wait outside for an hour in subfreezing temperatures. Experiencing history is fantastic, but bringing home a hypothermic baby would get me in big trouble with the wife.

Some volunteers see my plight and graciously invite me on their battered but heated school bus. I pin Hillary campaign buttons on myself and the baby and mingle with the bus inhabitants, who range from ages 16 to 90. Clinton likely won't score my vote, but she does have some of the nicest, warmest volunteers. One guy even offered his sport jacket as an extra blanket for the baby. Dahlia was already cozy in her fleece coat, but this is the kind of chivalry missing from the Giuliani camp.

During a pleasant exchange with Hillary across the Secret Service barricades, I notice that the baby's tush is slightly damp. The fact that Hillary doesn't mention it suggests that she's either diplomatic or has no control over her senses. I hope she uses Purell.