Waiting for George

An undercover reporter discovers the real Elvis on Election Day

I left poll-worker training with no idea of what I was supposed to do. In fact, all I learned about being a Broward County election worker I learned from a special election section in the November 3 Sun-Sentinel.

By late in the day on November 5, turnout had topped 40 percent in the precinct where I worked. George's precinct still stood at zero. As the lines grew longer, word spread. Many voters wanted to know about the guy.

"Where does he live?" begged one.

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"Has he been here yet?" asked another.

"Have you seen him?" queried a third.

George, for one day, was the Elvis of Broward County, the Santa of Cypress Creek Road. I began to feel a little guilty about my presence. Could I describe my experience, despite the law? Then Judie took care of my concerns. "Someone should tell a reporter about George," Judie told Mae and me.

Then her eyes lit up. "Wait, Rebekah. Didn't you say you write for a newspaper?" she asked me.

"Umm, yeah," I replied cautiously, recalling that a few hours earlier our head clerk had forced a New Times' photographer out of Calvary.

"You should write about George. People need to know about that," she said, giving me her signature wink and nod.

"Gee, Judie, you know, that's a great idea," I said. "I think I'll do that. Thanks."

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