The rock star candidate, Barack Obama, dropped by my newspaper-of-employment this afternoon to visit with the Editorial Board. On the way out of the RGJ, he posed for pictures, naturally, including with a boy with an arm in a sling, and way too many RGJ employees. Nobody from the Newsroom, though.
He’s tall and that smile is a mile wide.
Second-biggest crowd I’ve ever seen for a celebrity at the RGJ, topped only by Fess Parker.
Also naturally, there was an old guy complaining after Big O left that he’d been forced to park all the way across the parking lot and got caught in the Secret Service traffic jam. He didn’t give a fig for the fact that he’d seen an eventually-historic person. Only his own inconvenience mattered.
Govern that, Sen. O.
ooo ooo ooo
Sunday, I got a computerized phone call claiming to be an election survey; despite the quickly spoken disclaimer at the end, I could not figure out who commissioned the poll.
Several complimentary questions about Huckabee, though. And one “pro life” question.
Also:
“Do you have a high opinion of Sen. Harry Reid?”
Yes, I said.
It next asked if I supported Reid’s support of an immediate withdrawal from Iraq, “turning the country over to Islamic terrorists?”
Yes, I said.
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