As much as it makes me feel old to say it, I have been watching Joe Biden’s career in politics for over 30 years.
Once, in an incident that is, unbelievably, almost 20 years old, I had a front-row seat to the Joe Biden show. The year was 2007, and I was working for former Kansas Senator (and later Governor) Sam Brownback during his abortive run for the 2008 Republican nomination. I was in the Des Moines airport waiting to catch a delayed flight back home to Tennessee in what I assume was the only bar in the place.
The media channeled their inner Chico Marx and asked, ‘Who are you going to believe, us or your lying eyes?’
The boss had performed poorly in the Ames straw poll the previous day, and I was in a mood. As I was trying to drown my sorrows, I looked up and suddenly found myself staring into a face I recognized: Joe Biden, who was also running for president, was making the rounds with the four other people who were stuck in the bar that day, and he made it over to my table.
