Few moments are more emblematic of the quixotic campaign of Bill Bradley than his ride aboard a commuter ferry across Puget Sound on the final day of a poignant effort to win a primary somewhere, anywhere. With one hand clutching a cup of coffee, the other jammed into his pocket, he faced straight ahead like any other harried commuter hoping to get to his office without having to make eye contact so early in the morning.
This loneliness in a crowd was part of the Bradley mystique. Sheathed in bubble wrap so that nothing touched him, Bradley successfully fashioned himself an...
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