Jerry Falwell loved his jet. in 1980, it was no small thing for a preacher to have one, even if he was a preacher with a TV show, "The Old Time Gospel Hour." The plane was a Lear, he told me as we climbed aboard on a September day in that crucial year, "specially reconfigured by an Israeli company." He saw this as providential—as if the jet had been anointed by the engine oil of the Holy Land.
I got word of Sen. Barack Obama's new Secret Service protection in an appropriate spot: the Reagan Library, on a stage beneath a gleaming Air Force One. The retired plane, polished to a mighty shine, is a symbol of the presidency's role as the most crucial job on the planet.
As the March 31 first-quarter deadline approaches in this year's presidential money-raising race, two things seem certain: Sen. Barack Obama will exceed even his rapidly-rising expectations, and Sen.
In January 1992, as Bill Clinton's candidacy was foundering amid allegations of infidelity, his wife joined him at a town-hall meeting in New Hampshire. They were on a rescue mission. "We love each other," Hillary Rodham Clinton told the crowd. "We support each other." As for Bill, he sold himself to the onlookers as one half of a political team; Hillary was the reason that he had run. "She woke up one morning and said, 'Bill, we have to do this'." He touted her résumé: Yale Law, successful...
As a reporter, I pride myself on keeping my opinions to myself and my personal distance from the people I cover. Until today, that wasn't a problem in the case of my friend of 20 years, Al Franken.