I was interviewed by Coeur d Lane, Idaho’s newspaper. The reporter asked me to share an interesting vignette from the road. I said in Brookings, Oregon during Campaign 2000 I approached a man on the street late one night, shook his hand and said I was running for president… The man stepped back, with a distinct look of surprise. After he collected himself, he said the last time that this had happened to him was some 20 years ago in a park in Chicago on a Saturday night. He said a slightly built man, with a marked southern accent, approached him out of the blue, shook his hand, and said: “Hi, my name is Jimmy Carter and I’m running for president.” The man told me he merely smirked at Carter (who was a relative unknown at the time) and kept walking. This time he smiled at me, and said that maybe I, indeed, had a chance… The night before, I gave a brief talk to a prayer group at St. Puis X Catholic Church in Coeur d Lane. The youth here had just returned from a missions trip to Mexico. One youth, Jenny Cornutt, said she had been almost shocked at the poverty she saw. Saying, for instance, that children played in dusty streets and dirt yards with, well, practically nothing.