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...secretary, winked his way through every bon mot. While other staff members gravely questioned Bush's experience, Lehane instead laughingly squealed, "He's as confounded as he is confused! He's as flummoxed as he is floundering! He's as puzzled as he is perplexed!" Then there was Greg Simon, the traveling policy adviser, who spent the final two months on the trail providing the press with a daily song. "Hello press pool my old friend./The long campaign week's at an end," he sang at the end of Gore's work-around-the-clock Labor Day trek...
Daley tried to bridge the gap and put his foot down about all the leaks. He also invited back the old Gore hands that Coelho had banished--such as Ron Klain and Monica Dixon--and sent them to Nashville. He put another old Gore hand, Greg Simon, on the plane as the designated grownup. But Daley's rule was this: You have to give up your day jobs, all your other entanglements, for the duration. Simon came on unpaid--and brought his own cell phone to save even that expense...
...Daley told Feldman to grab the Veep and keep him from going onstage. "I said, 'Well, Michael, it probably would be good to go to a holding room,'" said Daley. Everyone's phone was ringing now. "We had no TV, everyone was on a cell phone," says adviser Greg Simon. "People were calling us from everywhere, saying you're only 500 votes, 600 votes behind, don't concede...
...Paul Simon sang.) Talk about uncertain hours. And yet, you gotta love it. Here's an election with everything America has to offer--choices, arguments, laughs, gaffs, screw-ups, recounts of recounts, old people with placards, chaos without penalty and--God bless 'em--lawyers. I love this country. Thanks to moments like this, I know it's there...
This is why it is so hard to make coherent sense of the place. Every time we "all come to look for America" (another Simon lyric) , we end up staring at ourselves. Old Whitman sang the confusion: "Males, females, immigrants, combinations, the copiousness, the individuality of the States each for itself...O lands! all so dear to me--what you are, (whatever it is), I become a part of that, whatever...