"I am the man that walked a barbed wire fence thirty-two thousand miles barefooted, ate steel wool like cake, sopped up lightnin' with bread, picked up Plymouth rock and caught nine pounds of buckshot!"
For anyone who watched Memphis wrestling during the hot period of the early 1980's, for anyone who WORKED for Memphis wrestling and shared a locker room with him even once, he qualified as one of the most unforgettable characters you ever saw. The problem is, with the passage of time, he has begun to be forgotten, by simply not being seen on major promotion television, or talked about by the modern superstars of the sport. This column will attempt to right that wrong. If you're a wrestler, or a wrestling fan, you HAVE to know the story--at least as much of it as anyone really DOES know--of the Dream Machine.