@realjohnboy,
Thanks for the clue, I've been avoiding all the press about the fight. I followed boxing somewhat in the, ah, glory days, starting with Marciano when I was fairly young through Clay/Ali.
My sensibilities took over at some point re the, um, culture surrounding the fights, and what can happen with boxers and their brains, including one lifetime friend's father who was a golden gloves guy in california many years long gone.
In fact, she - the friend whose father had major brain damage - and I were walking down Main Street (where our landarch studio was, she catching up with me with a visit) toward Napoleon's cafe at my lunch break, and who should we run into but Mohammed Ali and, I think, his wife. She, the wife, and I looked on as M. Lou audibly gasped and Ali stopped and held her hand and kissed it. Should anyone be interested in heritage, Ali and wife are black, ML is from a mexican family, and I am a pink sort of irishy person. I figure all of us liked the pastry at Napoleon's. This was in the eighties..
His wife had or has probably been through this kind of episode many times. She couldn't have known the background for this one time.