The white, air-conditioned Cadillac crunched into the driveway of the Governor's mansion in Baton Rouge, as the sirens of its motorcycle escort growled into silence. State troopers pushed a noisy crowd of 150 people back while a plainly sick old man emerged from the car, blinked bewilderedly at the crowd, then waved his hand. Earl K. Long, Governor of Louisiana, was in the state capital.
It had been an eventful five weeks since Ole Earl made his profane departure from Baton Rouge to be committed to a sanitarium in Galveston for treatment...
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