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March 16, 2003

Dick ran from New York to LA back in 1976 to raise money and the nation's consciousness about world hunger. Naturally he stayed over in St. Louis a few days, being the hometown boy, making appearances and speeches all across town.

One night, I met Mohamed Ali. Well actually I was part of the sea of people attending the party in Ali's honor.

Suddenly a wave breaks from the back of the house, Dick and Ali at it's crest. They paused momentarily in front of me and Ali shook my hand. I mumbled something inaudible as the wave resumed course.