My recent reminiscences of Muhammad Ali, who passed way five years ago and boxed his final bout 40 years past, resulted in a flurry of responses from readers whose own memories of “The Greatest” have not faded over time. Here are a few…

“Fifty-one years ago on October 1st, 1975, I was at ‘The Thriller in Manila’! Ali v. Frazier. I was in the Navy and still have my ticket stub framed and hanging on my wall at home,” John Tunigold wrote with an attached photo of the cherished memorabilia – a very simple, nearly square, black-printed manila-colored ticket “No. 25340” elegantly preserved behind glass.

“I was straight out of high school, Class of ’73 at Hueneme High, joined the Navy and caught the end of the Vietnam War. In April 1975, we took approximately 3,000 Vietnamese refugees to the Philippines when Saigon fell.

“At the time I didn’t realize the historical significance of everything going on, including the Ali fight. President Ferdinand Marcos and his wife were there and got introduced to the crowd in the auditorium. We got tickets through special services and as you can imagine they were way up high, ‘nose bleed’ seats.”

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            “I saw Ali at the Del Amo Mall in Torrance, trying to do magic tricks at a time when it was obvious Parkinson’s was ravaging him,” Bill Cizek wrote, adding with melancholy: “Kids were pointing at the rubber sleeve over his thumb from which he pulled out the long ‘magic scarf.’ It made me feel sad, but I also had to admire him for making appearances in his condition, trying to stay connected to his fans.”

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            Robert Raven Kraft shared some memories from Miami where “The Champ” often trained: “I saw Ali in my neighborhood by the 5th Street gym. My boxer friends all knew him.

“My mom was the cashier at the drugstore he ate at and she talked to him all the time and also got to meet his mom. My mom’s famous line was that Ali told his mother, ‘This is the lady that takes all my money’ and my mom replied, ‘I wouldn’t take all your money if you weren’t treating all your friends.’

“I even ran three blocks with him in 1975. I wish I still had the autographed picture he signed to me as Cassius Clay in 1962.”

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            Lastly, to borrow the signature phrase of the late, great radio broadcaster Paul Harvey, “And now the rest of the story . . .”

In 1996, seven months after my six-year-old son playfully pulled away his outstretched palm and teasingly sing-sang “Too slow!” when Ali whiffed – and then laughed – trying to give him five, I attended assemblies at two inner-city high schools where the living legend gave 3,000 students copies of his then-new book “HeALIng: A Journal of Tolerance and Understanding.”

Afterwards, in a private reception, Ali caught my eye across a crowded room and motioned me over. When I arrived, he held out his hand, hip high and palm down, and said almost inaudibly: “You got a boy?”

I nodded, stunned. Ali replied with a smile, clearly remembering the boyish prank pulled on him. Without another whispered word, he took a pen in his Parkinson’s-trembling hand and with difficulty opened a copy of “HeALIing.”

“His name is Greg,” I said.

The “Too Greg” is in seismographic script, and the drawn heart Ali sometimes added when he was not in a hurry is hard to make out, but the signature is smooth and true and as beautiful as the memory it summons.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn. His SIGNED books are available at www.WoodyWoodburn.com.

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