How I met Al Gore
He was in our little college town for the first Clinton-Gore election campaign. Space was severely limited, so hundreds of us along with the paparrazzi-like press waited in the lobby. He came out and though I was knocked around by burly cameramen who obviously had man-crushes on him, I stuck my hand out and got a quick hand-pump from him before being knocked out of the way by the Gore-crazed media pack.
