After dinner this evening I stopped by a fundraiser for Howard Dean in Washington, DC — one to <$NoAd$>celebrate his 55th birthday. It wasnât the first time Iâd seen him in person. But it was the first time Iâd seen him speak to a campaign rally. And the event was very impressive.
The intensity and engagement of the crowd were palpable. And I could understand the enthusiasm Dean supporters have for what theyâre doing and what they’re a part of when 
surrounded by that energy.
Union representation was very much in evidence at the rally — intentionally so, I suspect, but effectively so as well.
There were also endorsements from Congressmen Elijah Cummings and Jim Moran, which covers a lot of territory (in every respect but geographically) in the Democratic party.
In any case, after the speech, I wanted to ask Dean a few questions about Iraq and the recent turnabout in White House policy. But the place was raucous and crowded. And Dean was wielding this big metal utensil, cutting people pieces of his enormous birthday cake. So I eventually thought better of it.
I packed up my pen and notebook and slowly made my way to the door through the sardine-packed crowd of Dean-o-philes.
