I saw Dean this morning at a town-hall meeting in Londonderry, New Hampshire. I now realize I had never seen him without a podium. He was standing on a small catwalk in front of the crowd, making his suit pants visible to all. They were unbelievably rumpled. And, believe me, I know rumpled. Dean famously travels with just one suit, but it’s worse than that. Every night it looks like he must take that suit, crumple it up into a small ball, and throw it into the corner of his hotel room. When Dean was on the rise, this kind of stuff seemed charming. Now, like so much else with Howard Dean, it just seems inappropriate in a presidential candidate.