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Breaking down a prairie politician
by Warren Francke
The question about Scott Kleeb, as he runs for the United States Senate, gets down to image v. substance: Is he more ranch hand, academic or politician?
He looks the tall cowboy as you follow him from a fund-raiser north of Memorial Park to a Democratic Party meeting near Clancy’s Pub off 72nd Street. Then to a rock concert downtown at Slowdown and, finally on Sunday, after a pancake breakfast in a south Omaha union hall, he sits down long enough at a Starbucks on West Center to talk about his past life and his present Senate campaign.
Sure, you could hear what Scott Kleeb had to say at the fund-raiser and at the party committee meeting. Later, he didn’t compete with the folk rock wailing of The Night Gallery as Sara White sang and sawed her cello at Slowdown.
“It’s their show,” he explained, referring to four bands at the “Listen Up!” rally. So he didn’t say much there or at the AFL-CIO breakfast where union president Kenny Mass was raffling meat in the packinghouse hangout west of the tracks on Q Street.
But then came a chance encounter just as he sat down with a slab of pumpkin loaf and a cup of black coffee. “No whiskey,” his communication director, Joe Zepecky, joked.
If you read his Yale tabloid treatment as one of the 50 most beautiful people on campus, “the paragon of prairie perfection,” you saw him described as a “whiskey-and-black-coffee-drinking type of man,” not to mention “bull-riding, steak-eating and tobacco-spitting.”
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