An actor's write-in about 36 days that left us hanging like a chad


Where were you on the Night Florida Ate the Presidency? I could only, of course, be talking about Election Night 2000. And naturally, you were in the same place as everyone else: parked in front of your TV set, jaw agape, as the network anchors called Florida (and the election) first for Al Gore, then for George W. Bush, then for no one. The numbers seemed too insane to be real, with a scant few thousand — no, a few hundred — votes determining who would become the leader of the free world.

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