I have a mission that I have included Bob in. So now it is his mission. I am looking for a picture that we have of Mohammad Ali and our Grandson. For years that picture has been floating around the house. It would pop up in a drawer, holding a place
in a book, but never in an album .Now I want it and I can't find it. I can see it in my mind. I know where we were when we took the picture. I remember all of the details. but where I put the picture. What happened that we have the picture is that our Grandson
had just had three pins put in his thigh and was in a wheel chair. For a treat we were going to do what we did that was a special treat. A visit to the toy store, FAOSwartz on Michigan Ave. We were all there for a family happening and it happened. Out of the
blue, there was Mohammad next to our Grandson. This was a public venue , so I didn't mind asking if I could take a picture. And now that I think of it, why did I even have a camera with me. This was before cell phone cameras and I don't usually carry a camera
with me. Must have been bashert . It was meant to be. Now ,please, let it be meant to be that I find the picture.