When I was 5 we were at the airport to pick up my grandparents. We heard a rumor that Mohammed Ali was flying in to Logan that day. My mother sent me to ask one of the employees, figuring that a cute 5 year old girl would more likely get an answer. They told me that yes he was flying in and even told me what gate. We practically ran to the gate. We knew we were at the right gate because there were news cameras and photographers there. Mohammed Ali stepped off the plane and, ignoring all the camera guys, walked right over to me. He smiled down at me, patted me on the top of the head and said, “What a cute little boy.” I almost kicked him in the shins. I figure even that long ago the guy had just been punched in the face one to many times.
So went my brush with fame.
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