While The Democrats Slept
December, 1984
Early last summer, the good folks at Playboy approached me with the idea of covering the Democratic Convention in San Francisco. At first, I was a bit skeptical. Just what did they have in mind? Political analysis? The Girls of the Iowa Delegation? No, I was assured, something more personal."Just imagine," said one editor, an odd gleam in his eyes, "four days in the Moscone Convention Center, listening to speaker after speaker vilify your father!""You're a sick guy,"...