Once a reporter asked the evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson to describe the man she envisioned as the perfect husband. Her ideal, she said, would be over six feet tall. He would be a handsome man, a preacher, and he would be able to play the trombone.
Walter Mondale does not play the trombone. The rhetorical music that issues from him on the stage sometimes sounds like the comedian Pat Paulsen playing a candidate, or like Hubert Humphrey on the verge of tears. Even the delegates who cheered Mondale most ardently at Moscone Center would...
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