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Posted by: panlives (Jan 23, 2012 8:24am) |
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I posted this in the Tannen's Memories thread a while back:
"It was somewhere around the early '80s, I think...couldn't have been much past ‘82 or '83...but that is sketchy.
I was a really geeky older teen freak. When the fellow manning the shop heard I was from a small town in Quebec, he brought me to see the view from his back office, which looked down on or near Times Square.
I think back now and realize how I actually "missed" the deeper experience.
How could I have known it was all so ephemeral, soon to fade away into the annals of history?
Without advance buzz, Muhammad Ali walked in and the place went dead silent. He was like human electricity. I have been in the presence of a few personalities. No one came close to the charisma of Ali. In the realm of Forteana, we use a term called "The OZ effect." Ali made you glow; you felt both real and unreal, as if you were simultaneously inside a movie and watching that same movie unfold.
Then, he looked at me! The champ looked at me and he smiled!
I was born in '64, the year Ali won the Heavyweight Championship of the World. In the '70s, that strange decade of eclectic Superstars (Bruce Lee, the new/ "old" Elvis, Evel Knievel, Farrah Fawcett-Majors, etc., etc.), Ali transcended them all. He was a God.
I practically floated down to the street after he left...I was in the presence of a Supernova.
Ali...magical charisma.
My Tannen’s memory...thanks for the self-indulgence."
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