Champ — You’re Still the Greatest

Many Chicagoans have a Muhammed Ali story as he was a Southsider for many years — just like me and my kinfolk. Our family lore goes something like this: it was the early 1960’s and my dad and Uncle Murray were driving south down Jeffrey Boulevard moving some furniture on an open trailer hitched to the car. A chair fell off the trailer — both my dad and uncle were quite the mavens when it came to that type of thing — and when they stopped to retrieve it, Muhammed Ali was standing right there (although he still may have been known as Cassius Clay at the time). Legend has it they ended having a nice chat and my dad told Ali, “Champ, You’re Still the Greatest!”