When you wait for Jesse Jackson, you never know whether he'll show up; I know him from covering his 1984 and 1988 presidential campaigns. When he arrived at Clinton's hotel in Kansas City, he gave me a hug and asked me how things were as we walked into Clinton's suite. I expected the usual meeting-at-the-couch routine. Instead, they looked out the window and stayed there. I shot two rolls as fast as I could hand-crank it, and was ecstatic as I left the room to let them talk.
