George Corley Wallace, R.I.P.
I remember the first time I saw him. It was on a golden autumn day in 1962, and he was running for governor. The streets of my little town in northwest Alabama were cordoned off, and the honky-tonk band was playing a rousing version of "Dixie" as hundreds of state and Confederate flags waved in the breeze.
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