My wife, Anne, is back in her native Iowa to visit relatives. The state is infested with presidential candidates, she reports.
The Des Moines Register publishes a daily calendar listing the candidates’ scheduled appearances. If you want to shake hands with a presidential wannabe, you don’t have far to drive.
I’ve complained before about the disproportionate influence Iowans seem to have on our choice of presidential candidates. “Who better?” Anne sweetly replies.