the 1981 Tennessee State Fair
PT - 10
September 22. Randy was beginning
to get anxious about not getting a photograph of Priscilla
and Emmett before the fair was over. He had been tracking
Priscilla and Emmett for years. He had even paid two visits
to them at their home in Florida where they had given him a
cordial welcome. They even picked kumquats together from
Priscilla's prize tree. But because they had refused him a
photograph in the past, he was reluctant to ask them again
until he could approach them in a new and more compromising
While at their home, he felt that he might get a family shot
with Priscilla and Emmett and their adopted son, Tony, the
ex-Marine. Randy said that the only time he ever saw
Priscilla soften up and show affection was when she was
around Tony. He felt if he could only get them together,
then he'd have his picture.
Tony was expected at any time, so Randy hung out and talked
about kumquats and show business. But Tony, who was having a
love affair with his motorcycle, never showed, and Randy had
to go home with an empty camera.
That was back in 1975. Now it was 1981, and Randy was
determined to get a shot of them on the road. He walked
right over, but it wasn't five minutes before he came back
to tell me they had refused. They said they had something in
the works. Someone was going to write their life story soon
and they didn't want to give up any part of themselves
before that came out. Randy said it was an old story. "You
know," he said, "I think Priscilla's jealous of my beard."
Randy has a full bushy beard, and, although Priscilla's was
long, it was scraggly and not what one would call handsome.
I suggested that we give up on them. They had made up their
minds to protect themselves. They were tired of being
exploited and wanted privacy. Randy suggested that I might
be the one to write their life story, and the only way to do
that would be to become their manager and take them on the
road. They had tried to get their adopted son, Tony, to do
this, but even he refused. They couldn't find anyone to put
up with them. 1 thought it might be the kind of thing I
would like to do if I had twenty or thirty lives to live.
To be Continued