The first time I saw Mary Landrieu, I was in New Orleans working on a story about then-Gov. Edwin Edwards. The silver-haired daddy-o of Louisiana politics, as I described him then, was leaving a banquet in a Canal Street hotel with a gaggle of aides and reporters in tow when he ran into Landrieu, a New Orleans legislator running for state treasurer.
The moment sticks in my mind because Edwards stopped and kissed Landrieu’s hand, an act of Cajun gallantry that also had the air of a potentate acknowledging the scion of another principality.
