Much can be learned about people by glimpsing a sample of their actions. I did not support Michele Bachmann in her run for the presidency, and I know little about Minnesota politics. Nevertheless, I would like to share an experience I had in interacting with the Republican congresswoman.
I run a law practice in the Seattle area, though during the GOP convention I worked for a nationally syndicated talk-radio show. Apart from transporting the host to and from events, I assisted with the show's broadcast on radio row. (For the uninitiated, "radio row" is a collection of broadcast booths preassembled for use by programs from around the country.)
Radio row provides fertile ground for well-known politicians and commentators to mingle among broadcasters conducting interviews. Hosts are eager to engage these notable personalities, and guests are happy to discuss their views in (mostly) friendly confines.
Bachmann was slated to appear on a show near our booth. In passing, one of her staffers mentioned the need for transportation to a function just outside the convention perimeter at the Florida Aquarium. I volunteered.
Time was of the essence. The aquarium was only two miles away, but there was thick security everywhere. To complicate matters, Bachmann had to return to the Tampa Bay Times Forum a few short hours later to cast her vote with the Minnesota delegation. Missing that vote was not an option. With the timetable firmly in mind, we piled into my rental car and headed for the venue.
For a common American, this was a rare opportunity. I was eager to see what Bachmann was like, up close and unfiltered. My first clues into her character manifested in how she treated me personally. She was humble, and profusely thankful for the help. During the short trip, she inquired about my background, showing genuine interest in me as a person. She seemed to instinctively treat others as equals.
Along the way, we were stopped by a police officer guarding a blocked intersection. Discovering that Bachmann was in the car, he happily allowed us through on one condition: that he get a photo with the congresswoman. She was flattered. Right there, she exited the car and snapped a photo with the police officer.
Upon arriving, she entered the building and made the usual rounds. The event was running late. But we had a strict timetable: The congresswoman was to be at the Forum on time, no exceptions.