When the votes are all tallied and the goodbyes said and the clasps of work- thickened hands finished, the lingering flavor of the Iowa caucuses in the chill February night will be rich brownies and giant chunks of fudge mixed with laughter and hugs for neighbors and the silent thanks for the right to do what they have just done. The people of this down-to-earth state will have made the first significant declaration to the world about whom the American electorate has in mind to be the next President. Serious business.
"I can't stand cigar smoke," says Johnson County Farmer Harry...
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