Two and a half years ago, I met the Senator. He was sponsoring some bill about Internet security something that you'd have to be evil and stupid not to like, and somehow he (or his advisors) got the idea that talking about it at Drew would be a great idea because we're all computery. As these things go, there was a flurry of activity, and it was decided that myself and my grandboss would be the ones to introduce the Senator.
A room was set up in Mead Hall, what I assume is the normal press entourage set up their microphones, a podium, and a scintillating poster of the major principles of the law was on a podium. I met Torricelli's NJ press secretary, who was a really nice guy and quite good at his job. He outlined how things were going to go and set things up. We were asked to get an audience for the Senator so the room was stacked with student employees and SGA representatives.
So the Senator flies in with his crew and we get started. Alan does a short introduction of me, I have a small speech prepared to introduce the Senator, and then turn over the microphone.
Okay, now I've never really talked about this until now, but here goes: When I turned to face the Senator and give him the podium, I offered a hand to shake. He didn't shake my hand. Walked right on by and gave his speech. Blah, blah, blah, whatever. I then seem to remember a bit of Q & A between me and him. Suddenly, in the back door of the Wendel Room, Tom Kean pokes his head in to say hi. Torricelli is obviously very surprised, they exchange some pleasantries, and then Kean leaves.
Then the press. The first one was a softball about the bill, and then they all started on questions about some sort of FBI probe and indictments of this David Chang guy, and campaign scandals and such. They're relentless in their typical press fashion and Torricelli storms out. Didn't even say goodbye.
The press secretary thanks me again and explains that these sort of things happen. Oh well.
Anyway, this was really when the whole Torricelli story started to break, and it grew into a crescendo that hit on Monday. I'm sure there are things he wished he did differently, but you know, maybe he wouldn't have had all this trouble if he had just shaken my damn hand.