As the executive jet's engines whined into life on the Orlando tarmac, the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom: "They just cleared us for taxiing calling us Air Force One." George Corley Wallace, 52, was headed back home to Alabama on the morrow of the greatest victory of his turbulent political life winning a stunning 42% plurality in the eleven-candidate Florida Democratic primary. Lighting up a cigar, clearing his throat of the ever-present phlegm and spitting it into a handkerchief, Wallace was exuberant as he talked with his wife Cornelia and TIME...
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