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Steven Grubbs, the earnest young Iowa coordinator for Steve Forbes, was in a slight crouch, weaving back and forth before the 45 people in Bon's Bakehouse on the sweltering town square of Greenfield, Iowa...
Grubbs never faltered that day. His next offering was a Forbes T shirt showing the Forbes campaign trail. Another Forbes aide came skipping through the room holding the T shirt high, as if he were in a television auction. "Greenfield is on the T shirt," roared Grubbs. Just then a man from Stuart, a town up the road, whispered in my ear, "What are they thinking about? Forbes doesn't have the chance of a snowball in hell down here. Doesn't he have anything better to do with his money...
There were lingering laughs in the tiny sidewalk crowd as the huge Forbes buses glided out of town. A couple of people who had once played in the Greenfield marching band debated what music the bus loudspeaker had been playing when the caravan arrived at the town square. They voted for the Colonel Bogey March...
...there was an undercurrent of sadness. The people in Greenfield and other rural towns are on the edge of disaster. The prices of cattle, hogs, corn and soybeans--the bedrock of Iowa's agriculture--are at levels of the Great Depression. "There is no way right now that anyone can make money here in agriculture, no matter how you figure it," said farmer Joe Vandewater. He took note that the day before in the same room, Forbes had not mentioned price, cost or any firm plan for the future of agriculture. But there was the free barbecue--and the little...
...late 1970s, when I was writing columns and editorials for the Washington Post, MEG GREENFIELD had just been appointed editorial-page editor. She was canny enough to assign me only those editorials that required no thought or knowledge; when a golfer in Maryland murdered a goose that had interfered with his game, the piece was my meat. I wrote the goose editorial on deadline, and rushing past Meg's desk, I shouted, "What should I call this?" Without looking up, she shot back, "'Honk If You Think He's Guilty...