That would be one Hillary R. Clinton, sharing a cup of nourishing coffee with some folks from Le Claire, Iowa. If you’ve ever been to one of these spectacles, you have to admire the ordinary people who find themselves chatting with a candidate as a surly scrum of photographers jostles each other to get right in their faces and snap away. In my experience, the adults tend to do their best to be game about it, politely interacting until they can move along, while it’s the kids who are more likely to be unable to help themselves from calling attention to the artifice of it all. Of course, if you’re an Iowan, this kind of thing is old hat.
