It is a muggy August night at the Superdome. Listless Republican delegates have completed the preordained coronation of George Bush as their presidential nominee. Now comes the one moment of drama: the choice of a running mate. Bush strides to the rostrum to break the news. "I want Dole," he declares. Before the cheers can erupt, he quickly adds, "No, not you, Bob." Then Elizabeth Dole hugs her husband, moves happily to the stage -- and the Republicans break into their first spontaneous demonstration in a humdrum convention.
For many Republicans, it is the dream ticket. Such a bold play could...
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