Life is hectic on a package tour with potential Presidents The two dozen reporters who sat slumped in the lobby of the Ramada Inn in Keene, N.H., had been waiting for Walter Mondale for almost three hours when the announcement finally came that the bus was ready for boarding. They gathered their gear, slogged through ankle-deep slush, and were just settling into their seats when word filtered down the aisle: "He's going to answer something." No one knew what Mondale would be asked, or by whom, but they grabbed their notebooks and, grumbling and...
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