How to Read Al's Mood, cont...
I'm glad I
took it — it was the only refreshing thing in that dry, unrevealing,
tense
half-hour, which was odd since the questions were unbarbed and the subject
well known to this doting father. But one learned over time that Gore was
just moody. You could game him out — specific questions got good
answers,
general ones got you nowhere — but sometimes he didn't want to play at
all.
The jaw would lock, and the eyes would veil. And just when you dismissed him
as no fun, he could surprise you, coming back on the plane to offer you a
slice of birthday cake or winking in acknowledgment as he handed you a cup
of coffee at a Cuban diner in Miami.
