R.I.P Muhammad Ali.
Somewhat late is better than never, I’ve heard. I meant to post my condolence message after work on Friday. Also had lots of the other great things on my ‘to do’ list for the weekend gone including my personal tribute to Ali – a boxing class on Saturday morning at a gym near me (yep, my adventurous spirit is still intact). Someone letting out an almighty sneeze next to me on a crowded train Friday morning did not leave me thinking much of it until nearing the end of the workday when I developed a deeper cough. Something that sounded and felt more serious than the usual seasonal allergies I had been living with – the red, itchy, watery eyes/scratchy throat/sniffles, etc. Short story, I spent my weekend from Friday night feeling like I had misguidedly challenged Muhammad Ali to a fight that had Mike Tyson jumping in on his side. I finally got up after midday on Sunday, managed a short post before being floored again. Started feeling human again today.
I didn’t do the boxing tribute, but I remembered a clip from the Zaire ’74 concert that I came across late 2104 when I was helping write a biography for a Congolese musician – who had a connection to a performer at this pre Rumble in the Jungle music fest.