I remember the silly song on the radio, does anyone else remember radio? “All you white men have got to agree, there ain’t no flies on Muhammad Ali, he fills the arenas wherever he goes, and everyone gets what they came for.” He had a voice, and he used it. Right on.
He toughed it out through Parkinson’s Disease, the way my Mom does, with dignity and grace. That’s why he’s my hero. He fought the fight that nobody wants to talk about, the fight against the tide that we all lose someday. Rest in peace, Muhammad Ali. You floated like a butterfly, and stung like a bee. And you danced, and it was wonderful to watch.