I think this is lovely: touching and funny, and giving a nice window into what seems to have been a genuine friendship. It's interesting to me that Crystal here says something my family member did in her reflection as well --about being glad to have lived in Ali's time.
I hadn't thought much about Muhammad Ali in decades, but at his passing someone I love wrote a remembrance of him that brought childhood memories flooding back. Washington, DC in the '70s was a "fight city" -- where boxing was huge and everyone followed it. When an important fight was about to take place, there would be buzz all over the city for weeks. My dad was a great fan of Ali as an athlete and taught us kids to enjoy his verbal hijinks and overlook some of his politics.