It was the mid-1970s and Muhammad Ali was my new hero. To me, a grade-schooler, he was larger than life and yet so down-to-earth. My parents were in his inner circle, which gave me magical memories and personal insights on greatness.
The Jacksonian begins with Rosie, wrapped in a blanket, howling that a murder is going to take place. It's immediately followed by Bill, wearing a bloodstained white shirt, entering to scoop ice from a large container.