He swaggered — yes, that’s what Charlie Crist does, he swaggers — into the Biltmore hotel in Coral Gables with a smaller entourage than I remember him dragging around. And he did what Charlie Crist always does. He started shaking hands and working the room, except he hadn’t gone into the room yet so he was working the hallway.
He walked up to me and shook my hand and asked me how I was doing. He told me how glad he was to be there. He called me by name (I was wearing a nametag) and asked how the Florida Press Association convention was going?
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