Slate Voice

I’m squinting through the sun at the Polk County Steak Fry, trying to size up Seth Moulton. It’s a late September Saturday in Des Moines, and Moulton’s onstage, an immense American flag rippling behind him. “A lot of you must be asking,” he begins with a coy glance around, his voice echoing through the PA system, “what is a sophomore congressman from Massachusetts doing speaking here in Iowa?” Not really.