It was a different Gore campaign--and a different Al Gore--that New Hampshire voters saw rolling through their state last week. The candidate who used to be whisked away by his Secret Service detail promptly at the end of each event lingered into the night to talk with stragglers at a town-hall meeting, staying until a cleaning crew began refolding and stacking the empty metal chairs. He got around in a Suburban, not the vice-presidential limousine. Gone were the crisp navy suits, replaced by khaki pants hemmed short enough to display at least 6 in. of his shiny cowboy boots. At his...
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