Tonight, three years (I can't believe it!) after my run-in with President Obama, I was able to attend a reception for future President Hillary Clinton at Jay Z's 40/40 Club on W. 25th St. here in Manhattan.
She went thatta way!
Entering, we had to pass a couple of anti-Hillary loons in Pinocchio noses murmuring about Benghazi. Oddly, they didn't really dampen anyone's enthusiasm. The woman is imperfect, but her desire to change the country for the better and her intellect are formidable.
It was an intimate gathering, no more than about 60 supporters, I would guess, a decidedly youthful and racially diverse lot. I spent most of my time chatting with a sexy guy whose company is already helping the campaign take advantage of digital outreach, and a guy who apparently invented an app that scans any object at all and provides you with info about it. He was telling me that the legendary photographer Albert Watson has promised him 7,000 outtakes of his famous shots of the late Steve Jobs.