Worked for a car rental company back in the early 70's and on this particular day, out of nowhere, a couple of cars pull up with several big guys in perfectly tailored suits get out and come in the office. One of them was Ali. He was very subdued, polite and looked like a million bucks. His brother was with him as well. After getting the paperwork completed, he was gracious enough to shake my hand and thank me for getting him a nice car.
He spoke softly, smiled and went on his way. I felt as though I had just had an encounter with some kind of royalty.
He was a client at my sister's law firm. She never actually represented him, but she met him a few times. She said when he came in to the office, everyone would sort of go out to the lobby or to their doors to gawk, but they were also so respectful that it was almost like an honor guard. She said he was always really nice and friendly and every single time he came in would take extra time to chat with admirers. She said he had a lot more going on than you'd think, despite his condition. She said he was sharp as tacks.