He’s the cranky, aloof granddad with the youngest crew of enthusiasts out there (apart from Obama). Eve Fairbanks cannot help swooning:
In the hands of the volunteers, I’m becoming a Ron Paul convert, and I have to get out. On the way to my car, I take a peek into one of the cabins. There are 17 bunks crammed on the lower floor, boys’ stuff scattered everywhere …
The Dish 