I’ve been hanging around the Sheraton and spotted a sprinkling of bright lights. The mayor of Los Angeles, Antonio Villaraigosa, was waiting in front of the lobby around 6 p.m. Congressman Charlie Rangel headed into Sheldon Silver’s party for the New York delegation around the same time.
And about fifteen minutes ago, I shook hands with one of the bright lights of newspapering, the great Jimmy Breslin. Breslin had taken copious notes and it looked like he was on his way to file.