One candidate was thoroughly enjoying Mexico's presidential election campaign last week. He was a squat, rumpled gum-chewing artist, palmist and poet named Pedro RendÓn.
The RendÓn campaign began when a group of coffee-drinking intellectuals, who daily lounge in the wicker easy chairs of Mexico City's Café Paris, decided to nominate a "people's candidate." Candidate RendÓn decided to take the nomination seriously.
Now RendÓn meets nightly with his rapidly increasing following in the Café Paris campaign headquarters, enthusiastically talks politics, even more enthusiastically passes the hat for the "campaign fund." The "fund" provides a better living than RendÓn's pick-me-ups as palm-reader, indifferent...
