Back in late September 1978 I was walking down 5th Avenue across from Central Park. A large crowd approached from downtown on the east side sidewalk. Hundreds of people. Traffic was stopped dead. A tangible electricity emanated from that direction and several seconds later I saw why.
Muhammad Ali. He had just regained the heavyweight belt from Leon Spinks, twenty-four year-old Olympic gold medalist, at the Louisiana Superdome
I stopped in my tracks and Ali crossed the street.
"Ali, you're the greatest."
"We all are," said the heavyweight champ, who extended his hand.
We shook and he proceeded uptown.
A great man.
Them, today, and forever.
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