When I was a young dude in 1964 I worked the ramp at Chicago's O'Hare. Sonny Liston walked by me to board his plane. He was by himself, dressed to the nines, wearing a bowler, and had a black lacquered cane. It was like watching a lion stroll across the tarmac. He was the champ in his prime. Everybody was sure he'd beat Cassius Clay.
When I was a young dude in 1964 I worked the ramp at Chicago's O'Hare. Sonny Liston walked by me to board his plane. He was by himself, dressed to the nines, wearing a bowler, and had a black lacquered cane. It was like watching a lion stroll across the tarmac. He was the champ in his prime. Everybody was sure he'd beat Cassius Clay.
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