On Easter weekend 1988, then struggling writer and movie store clerk Davis Miller drove to Muhammad Ali's mother's modest house in Louisville, knocked on the front door, and waited for an answer. It had been over two decades since he'd first glimpsed The Champ on a black-and-white television--when Miller was an eleven-year-old boy, shattered by the unexpected loss of his mother--and he felt the time had come for him to personally thank the man...