Every place has its own rules, but this was a first for me.
On the way in to the convention hall today, I talked Jay Carney and Michael Duffy into making a detour to my favorite breakfast spot anywhere, Hell’s Kitchen in downtown Minneapolis. (As usual, there was a long wait, but it was worth it.)
I had planned to surprise my other colleagues here at the workspace with a jar of the restaurant’s homemade peanut butter, but it got confiscated by security. Why? The screeners told me they were afraid I might throw the (plastic) jar at someone. My loaf of bread made it through, but it looks sort of lonely.
