The Problem With Crystal
November, 1981
If White Light and white heat could melt an audience, then the well-dressed sport sitting in front of me at ringside in the Chicago Stadium would have melted right out of his navy blazer and run down the drain at the first sight of Crystal Gayle. He almost leaped out of his loafers when the Gladiator whiter-than-white spotlights knifed through the darkness and crisscrossed on her as her road manager, Billy Vaughn, led her up to the white-carpeted runway to the stage in the square. And the sport...
