For a moment the grey curtain parted. From behind stepped John Kerry, smiling and startling the posse of journalists at the back of his plush campaign plane.
'How is everybody?' Kerry grinned, walking forward and prompting a quick scramble for cameras and notebooks. Kerry was clearly feeling on top of the world. 'How are you, senator?', one journalist asked. 'Fabulous,' Kerry said, and then repeated: 'Fabulous.'
Kerry has a right to feel good. Only last December his campaign for the Democratic nomination was written off as a train wreck. Now, fighting a Bush administration mired in the Iraq war and with sliding approval ratings, Kerry heads a Democratic party that believes it can win the White House. His campaign is growing and evolving, seeking to turn itself into a winning machine. It is flush with cash, overflowing with volunteers and scoring regular hits on President George Bush. Kerry leads in the polls and basks in the afterglow of naming charismatic Southerner John Edwards as running mate. After a lifetime devoted to politics, this is Kerry's moment.
It was the end of a long day and Kerry stood on the banks of the Kanawha river in Charleston in front of a sea of flags and banners in the grounds of the city's university as he delivered his fourth speech of the day. The event was, as you would expect, tightly scripted and highly organised. But you can only organise enthusiasm so far. In the end you cannot fake all of it. And this crowd was not faking. One man, standing right at the front, would not have looked out of place at a rock concert. 'Bring it on, baby!' he screamed.
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