I remember a few days I spent with my grand-father as a teenager, my only father figure, in a motel somewhere in California.

He was a sign painter, working a job and brought me along because he loved me. The place had a pool, the weather was hot, and I spent my days hanging out there.

As my skin cleared up from the sun, we watched boxing from the room. I saw Mohamed Ali kick ass, and later I met him face to face at Merritt College in Oakland, CA. About that...

Thank you grandpa! You were the male figure in my life, and I am so grateful!