On the trail, Mr. Wilson lives sparingly. Whenever possible, he stays at a Motel 6 because it’s inexpensive and the chain lets him to smoke in his room, unlike the Marriott hotels that Mr. Romney favors. “They’re Mormons” he said of the Marriott family. “That’s fine.” He subsists on raw almonds, sliced deli meat, yogurt and Diet Coke, which he stores in coolers in the truck bed.
Jim, if you ever make it to New York, get in touch. Dinner’s on me.