IN a cold autumn drizzle, a crowd of 100 waited on the macadam at Allegheny County Airport. They had been standing there, soggily, for five hours. When his plane finally taxied in through the puddles and Edward Kennedy stepped off, it came—a current of slightly awesome arousal, a rush of something more than just celebrity. People surged, straining to shake his hand, to touch him, collect an autograph or simply stand near. With a touch of marvel, a Kennedy aide remarked: "They aren't Bobby crowds yet. But...
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