Word: closed
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...much as the campaign may at times have tried to distance itself from the father, his presence was felt throughout this process in ways that were impossible to deny. It was Cheney's rich and trusting relationship with Bush senior that gave him entree into W.'s close orbit in the first place. Even Danforth, no bosom pal of the son's, owed his close consideration in part to the recommendation of the father, who nearly chose the Missouri Senator as his running mate in 1988. And in the end, the father is wrapped up in the message sent...
That was the story in public. In private, nothing much had changed. "My dad," George W. Bush once said, "plays a big role in my life as a shadow government." All through this campaign, the father has been in constant and close communication--"obsessed," Barbara admitted, e-mailing and making calls to his old state operatives and doing events with police officers. An old magician with a telephone, he worked the long lines behind the scenes, making suggestions about what a good idea it would be to do a national Hispanic event, helping with fund raising. You could hear...
...even borrowed some of his moves as he crisscrossed the district morning to night in his white Oldsmobile. To the charge that he was not a real Texan, he replied that he would have liked to have been born in Midland, but at the time he wanted to be close to his mother, "and she happened to be in New Haven, Conn." It was similar to a line his dad had used in his losing race against Ralph Yarborough 14 years before. "Kent Hance gave me a lesson on country-boy politics," Bush says. "He was a master...
Actually, I wasn't that lucky. I spent the night at the Newark Airport Hilton, sticking around until I could get an up-close-and-personal look at the candidate...
...close part was working out: Bush was leaning on the seat in front of me. But the personal part was another story. A few things had changed since I last saw Bush: boxy jackets had been replaced by tailored ones, the thread count of his shirts had gone up, the tie was Ferragamo. He was still charming the crowd. First there's the playful insult: yes, you're a bottom-dwelling pundit and not a beat reporter, but he lightens that by knowing who you are and kidding around about it. He admits he's a regular guy who likes...