Iowa in winter can be a lonely
landscape--stark, frozen, and seemingly uninhabited. Yet in the months
preceding the Iowa caucuses, inside countless diners and VFW halls, a second
landscape emerges, one where the state?s provincial populace hobnobs with
presidential contenders. There is a saying that nobody in Iowa decides whom
they will vote for until they have had breakfast with him twice. Indeed, the
caucuses create an unlikely privilege: the chance for a reserved, rural state
to determine a presidential frontrunner.