Shriner Autograph Collection

In 1988, I attended the annual Tarzan Zerbini Circus in Fort Wayne, Indiana, an event hosted by the Mizpah Indiana Shriners. Upon entering the arena, each attendee received a program filled with advertisements and information about the circus. The opening pages featured yearbook-style photographs of various Shriner officials, many of whom were present at the event that evening.

After the circus ended, I decided to stick around, program in hand, hoping to collect their autographs:

As esoteric as they may appear, the Shriners were all pretty down to earth guys...not very mysterious or confounding at all.

 

The only autograph missing from my collection is Mick Ulmer, "Oriental Guide;" so if anybody knows him, hook me up.

Comments from original post on I'm Nacho Steppinstone:

"And they really DO look all mysterious and oriental!!! Absolutely NOT like average office guys only with stupid hats on,nooooo." - Sandra

"Hey, Jonnie- Mick Ulmer lives right here in Bluffton, Indiana. That is, he used to." - Andi

"WOW!!! Does he live in a castle?" - Jonnie

Dick the Bruiser

Dick the Bruiser was a famous regional wrestler in the late 1970s and early 1980s, before the WWF bought out all the regional wrestling districts and brought them under one corporate umbrella.

As Hulk Hogan began appearing everywhere, the old-timers, like Dick the Bruiser, were relegated to wrestling in small-town high school gyms.

That’s how we had the chance to meet him in the late 1980s:

Meeting the legendary Dick the Bruiser.

Dick the Bruiser was a huge deal in the Midwest, and it was both a mixed blessing and a tragedy to see him wrestling in a small Indiana high school gym after the WWF effectively left him jobless.

Gilliomville Message Board commentary on Dick the Bruiser:

Remember when we went to that wrastlin' match at the Fort Wayne Coliseum when we were little kids? That was when Dick the Bruiser was a regional celebrity and his fights were still on TV, right before WWF took over everything.

I remember during one of the matches, someone tried to sneak a blackjack into the ring. I had never even heard of one before. Uncles Jon and Rick had to explain what it was. It was a few years later before I figured out the whole thing was part of the show. 

It was Dick the Bruiser that got smacked with the blackjack. After the show the fans just swarmed him, and we got close enough to Dick the Bruiser to see these little marks the blackjack left all over him. That made me think it was real. 

There was also a guy carrying around a HUGE bone. That was Leon Redbone! He'd jump of the corner rungs and smack people with that big bone. Then a guy from the audience went after Leon's red bone. I thought he was an old man, and I remember him kind of hunched forward pointing, and he kept saying, "He's got the stick. He's got the stick." I'm not sure that was part of the show or not. 
In the late 1980s, Dick the Bruiser was still wrestling, but the show was in our high school gymnasium, instead of on TV. In the heyday of professional wrestling, poor Bruiser was wrestling at high schools! It makes me sick. 

Hulk Hogan ruined Dick the Bruiser. But still, I bet he could have joined on with WWF if he would have wanted to. Why do you think he didn't? 

About 5 years ago I was reading an interview with some old wrestler who was doing a guest referee stint for the WWF. An interviewer asked him, "What was the worst thing you had to smell during your career as a professional wrestler?" His answer: "Dick the Bruiser". I thought that was a pretty strong statement considering I hadn't seen Dick the Bruiser's name in print since I was a kid at one of his shows. Then here's this old timer who'd seen it all and the worst thing he'd smelled was Dick the Bruiser? Come on! I think he had it in for him. He couldn't have smelt THAT bad! 

I just heard a great story about Dick the Bruiser. The Bruiser lived in a pretty nice neighborhood and liked to stir things up. Sometimes when he came home drunk, he liked to put on one of his wife's dresses and wigs and get on his motorcycle and tear through people's yards in the middle of the night. Supposedly, no one ever complained or called the police. Maybe the skid marks Dick left on people's sidewalks added to the value of their property. 

Lunch Time

Me, Duane, Jack, and Tony T. having lunch @ Columbia City Joint High School.

Juggernaut

My first memorable car was affectionately nicknamed The Juggernaut.

It was a massive, nearly indestructible beast that had somehow been driven by a tiny old lady since the 1970s.

The car was undeniably badass, and I loved driving it.

The Juggernaut.

One other notable feature of The Juggernaut was the top of its front windshield. It must’ve leaked at some point, because there was a thick line of yellowed foam sealant running across the top, held together with a generous amount of duct tape.

This detail is clearly visible in a photo of James A. and me going through the McDonald’s drive-thru—James wearing a rubber Man-at-Arms mask from Masters of the Universe.

Taking the Juggernaut to McDonalds, late 1980s.

Enhanced Peanuts

Peanuts strip customized my James A.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Jan. 8, 2005]

Seyfert's Potato Chips

[Compiled from various posts on the Gilliomville message board, contributed by various Gillioms and Franks]:

Can you still get Seyfert's potato chips in Missouri? The Fort Wayne plant is apparently no more, but their main office was in Missouri. It sucks that all the little regional brands are disappearing.

In 1992 Adam and Abby wore red t-shirts saying:  "My DAD works at Seyfert's.”

I remember Rick worked for Seyfert's!  David Letterman featured Myrtle Young as a guest a number of times in the late 1980s - she was an old lady who worked at the Fort Wayne Seyfert's plant and would save all the chips that looked like objects or celebrities. So, she would come on Letterman and share different chips of note. Uncle Rick got me her autograph one year and I still have it.

Myrtle Young autograph.

Seyfert's was the main chip in the Midwest.

I never ate Lays until they totally crowded Seyfert's out of business.

Seyfert's BBQ were the best BBQ chips around.

Jonnie Greeter

Welcoming people to the mall while standing on a trash can in the late 1980s.

Jonnie Good Times.

Restroom Damage, 1988

I admit it; it was me.

Also, being able to print a custom sign like this on a computer was revolutionary in the 1980s. I bet the teacher who created it was happy for the opportunity.

The Metal John

Do you ever look back on your high school days and think of a particular spot that holds special memories for you? For me and my friends, that spot was a restroom that we called "the metal john." "Metal" refers to the heavy metal music that we loved, while "john" is a slang term for restroom.

The Metal John was a popular spot for us to hang out before, after, between, or during classes. It was located at the top of a flight of stairs. The walls contained almost no graffiti at all.

We would spend time in there each day talking shit. At one point we made up an opera called “King of the Urinal” which included the line, "I'm the king of the urinal/Hear my flush/Fear my flush". Those small moments of connection and laughter helped us get through the day.

King of the Urinal opera.

The Metal John was always treated with respect. Unlike other bathrooms we frequented, it was never damaged or vandalized in any way.

The Metal John might not have been a typical hangout spot, but it was our spot, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.

Packing the urinals.

So here's to "the metal john": a humble restroom that brought joy and laughter to many of us during our high school days.