WHEN STEVE FORBES GINGERLY STEPPED ABOARD HIS rented campaign bus in Council Bluffs, Iowa, one morning last week, a photographer yelled for him to stick his head out a side window and wave. Forbes, who wouldn't know a photo op even in a hail of popping flashbulbs, nudged his head out like a turtle afraid to emerge from its shell. He smiled bashfully, and a local reporter called out, "When was the last time you rode a bus?" Forbes grimaced, pulled his head back in and muttered, "I've ridden buses all my life."
For Forbes, the novelty of campaigning has worn...
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