So last week I was on Lexington Avenue by Grand Central in New York City, in the very shadow of the great investment houses and law firms, and saw an American mother out with her daughter begging, frantic, harried, desperate, in a sea of tailored suits and $300 shoes.
In the next few weeks we are all going to be bombarded with the mainstream media's assessment that the Edwards campaign failed because American voters disown his economic populism, do not see themselves in Edwards' depictions of American hardship, find his and his family's story of work and struggle and privation not compelling, but quaint and funny.
Expect it, it will come. And when it does, inevitably from the Larry Kudlows and Bill O'Reillys and the New York Times editorial page, I will visualize again that mother and daughter, clench my eyes shut, and think, remember them.