Update 8/5/05: Looks like Novak is so unwilling to speak about his part in outing a CIA agent that he walked off a CNN news set during a back and forth with James Carville before he could be questioned about it.
Last night, that is to say Thursday, I was still buzzing from the convention. Matt Gross asked what I thought, and I said that I'd do it again tomorrow. Which is true, if tomorrow were, say, a week from now. I could bore you with the details of the day getting back, which has been punishing to both the body and the soul, or I could share one of the moments which made it worth everything spent to get there.
Bob Novak is a man who walks pretty quickly. Maybe it was because he was surrounded by twenty thousand Democrats, maybe it's because he likes the opportunity to exercise. I saw him zip by while standing in line last night for rotating floor credentials, and only noticed him because a couple folks from California were standing behind me and made some allusion to his release of Valerie Plame's identity. They briefly discussed going after him, but I wasn't tempted because it was about the last chance to get a pass onto the floor before they closed it down.
Later, as the last of us bloggers straggled out together to head to the Boston Commons, who should I see but Novak again. And he's moving like he's trying to convince himself not to break into a sprint. So I go after him on the way to the exit, get out the recorder, & say "Mr. Novak, will you make a statement?" He mumbles some assent. "So, what do you think about the aftermath of releasing Valerie Plame's name to the press?" I could have phrased that better, but I was trying to keep up with Novak, and the man's pretty spry.
So he says, "I have nothing to say." And then he turns toward me, I was to his side, as if he's about to say something else and he sees the recorder. The man zooms off at an angle like I had a cattle prod in my hand. I headed back the direction I came from to rejoin the other bloggers, and then we all went back towards the exit.
Who should come walking by again but Bob Novak, who didn't seem to have seen me well enough to recognize me. So he gets past, and I call out, "Mr. Novak." So he turns around and I'm reaching into the bag and say "Are you sure you won't make a statement?" And at just about that moment, Byron from Burnt Orange Report snaps a picture of Novak frozen in horror. Then he was off again, like a bat out of hell.
Other bloggers might rephrase that, and tell you that he turned into a bat and flew away. Don't you believe it. They're a delightfully dodgy bunch whose acquaintance I'm very glad to have made.Posted by natasha at July 31, 2004 09:02 AM | Elections | TrackBack(2) | Technorati links |