He was 7, 8, maybe, a skinny boy in Baltimore with dishwater blond hair brushing shaggy against his collar, and he was in love with Peggy. Peggy Fleming. Peggy, with the spread-eagle, double-axel combo, with the lush, dark hair and diamond blue eyes. She’d won gold in the 1968 Olympics a few years before (in that high-necked chartreuse thing sewn by her mother), and now, in the early 1970s, she was on tour with the Ice Capades.