Hey pallies, likes it's 'nother deep deep day in all of Dino-history. The date is October 13 in the year of our Dino 1969, the place, our Dino's playground...'Vegas baby 'Vegas! The time is after our Dino's swingin' show. Likes that's the settin' pallies for one of the most tremendously transformin' times in the life and times of our most most beloved Dino.
What happened pallies? Likes we are turnin' to wonderfully wise words from our Dino's beautiful biographer Mr. Nick Tosches, scriber of "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams," to tell this Dino-tale as only he can....
Gail Renshaw was a blond, blue-eyed, twenty-two-year-old divorcée from Falls Church, Virginia. She had been Miss Speedway, Miss Good Grooming, and Miss Snow Queen. In September 1969, in Baltimore, she became Miss World-USA. Bob Hope, who crowned her, gave her a small part a few weeks later on his television special "Roberta." Her crown bore the jewels of duty as well as glamour: As Miss World-USA, she also took on the responsibilities of "ambassadress of goodwill" for Frostie Root Beer, one of the pageant's sponsors. Her manager, pageant director Al Patricelli of Bridgeport, Connecticut brought the ambassadress to Las Vegas in October to work a greeting-card convention before leaving for London to compete as the American representative in the Miss World Contest. Dean was at the Riviera. Dropping Bob Hope's name, Patricelli called the Riviera's press agent, Tony Zoppi, in the hope of having his client photographed with Dean. "Bring her backstage after the show," Dean told Zoppi on October 13. That night, wearing a dime-store crown and a MR. WONDERFUL-U.S.A. banner, he sat for a few pictures with her. "The least you can do now is have dinner with me," he said to her after the photographer left.
When they went to dinner that first night, Dean brought along his daughter Gail who was two years older than the ambassadress. After that, they met alone. The ambassadress telephoned Ma and Pa Renshaw at their home in Alexandria, Virginia. "You won't believe this," she told her mother, Edna, "but I'm in love."
We stand in absolute awe of Mr. Nick Tosches' retellin' of the story of our Dino. No one, and we mean no one has ever come close to his incredible insights and fantastic flair for words that offer keen knowin' of our most most beloved Dino. It is true that no one ever did or ever will truly "know" our King of Cool....but Mr. Tosches comes closer then anyone ever has in doin' so.
Look forward to more powerfully potent posts on this Dino-theme in the days to come here at ilovedinomartin.
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters