I still recall the first time I laid eyes on Ric. Dusty Rhodes and Dick Murdoch were wrestling, at the time, in Minnesota, and they took a liking to this kid who’d been hanging around the matches. That kid was Ric Flair, and they brought him to my ranch in Amarillo, Texas.
I’ve always loved Dusty Springfield and Martha Reeves.
I’m more inclined towards old churches and dusty museums.
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