ATTLEBORO - Turning up the collar of his barn jacket to the wind, Scott Brown mingles with campaign voters outside a Stop & Shop on a chilly Sunday morning. One woman requests his autograph for a local who is turning 104. Can he believe it? He can. He has already called to wish her a happy birthday.
He arches his back, then lifts his knee to stretch, noting he has already had his morning run and bike ride. Brown seems so relaxed, he even dashes into Stop & Shop to grab a few things. He emerges with dog food and kitty litter, which he hauls out to the parking lot and slings onto the flatbed of his dirty green pickup, the same truck that sealed his everyman identity and ushered him to national celebrity two years ago.