Most candidates enjoyed their privacy. They’d stay at one end of the bus and the staff and I would nest at the other. We only crossed the lines when business needed to be discussed. Not Liam. He was everywhere. All the time. The man couldn’t sit still to save his own life. No matter where I turned he was right there wanting to know what we were working on. I couldn’t wait ‘til we arrived in Dallas for Kristin to join us. Maybe then I could get a moment to breathe. My only moments of solace came when he had to perform his Congressional duties or his campaign responsibilities. Congress didn’t simply stop because he was on the campaign trail and there were loads of babies in Texas who needed to be kissed or reporters who needed attention.Today was a reporter kind of day.Off stage, the lights were dim, only bright enough for a person to see where they were going. Silent yet loud, the network crew moved about in chaotic order. Being around the media felt strangely comfortable to me.
