Recently my wife, Nikki, and I spent a pleasant afternoon chatting with an old friend. During the conversation she asked me whether I had heard of Freddy Mills. He was a famous boxer who came to a rather sad end. Indeed I had. I come from a family once very involved in boxing, so I knew quite a bit about him. The next morning, as I waited for my local bus, the name “Freddy Mills” came slowly toward me, painted on the face of the bus. If, like me, you travel around our city by bus, do you ever wonder about the names on our buses? One name always starts music playing in my head. It is ‘Ray Noble’.
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