Not that something similar, but not the real thing, hadn't been done before. Every size of dirt that called itself a country, territory, state, county, city, town, or village had experienced a hint of it, and everybody knew how to do it. According to them. They saw it happening and not only talked about it in the streets, on their jobs, in their homes; they wrote of it in newspapers, magazines, books, and talked it on radio and TV shows. Yet, it was a mystery and not a mystery because everybody knew all the answers. "It's so easy," they were constantly proclaiming. So why hadn't one of them done it?
The policemen and secret agents would find their work around it so much easier if they'd only talk to one of these know-it-all. Day and night, people -- even children -- were clamoring about it. And they were not just common, humdrum people; they were big-time, honest, and crooked politicians and business people; even gamblers were taking bets that he could or couldn't pull it off; children were betting each other with their pennies. It was his style that captivated them.
They had given him that proverbial "Snow Ball In Hell" chance when they first heard about him, but he had a natural flair for doing the unexpected, taking unbelievable, sure to fail moves, and making them work. One minute he was saying "this" and the next he had moved to "that". He was here, then there, and they were talking about him all over the world, believing he could accomplish anything, and make it look easy. In fact, he told them: "You've got to be unpredictable. You can't let your enemy know every move you're gonna make."
That's when they began calling him "Big Guy.!"
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