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June 10, 2016 8 Comments

Waiting for the bus on Muhammad Ali

Bus stop on Muhammad Ali Blvd

The first thing I think of when I hear the name “Muhammad Ali” is all the time I spent waiting for the 55 bus on Muhammad Ali Boulevard in Louisville, Kentucky. I was born in the 80’s so most of Ali’s major achievements happened before I was born. However, I spent a lot of time at that bus stop. At that point in my life, “Waiting for the Bus” by the Violent Femmes was basically my theme song.

I attended a high school downtown, but lived in the suburbs, so if I stayed after for an extra-curricular activity I had to ride the city bus home. I’d take either the 2nd street or 4th street bus to the transfer point where I’d pick up the 55 or sometimes the 49X Westport Express which was faster, but came less frequently. The 4th street bus came more frequently than the 2nd street bus, so sometimes it was also worth walking those extra two blocks to take it instead. And oh my God, why do I remember the intricacies of the Transit Authority of River City’s bus schedules 20 years later when I recently couldn’t remember my own grandfather’s name as the answer to a challenge question on a banking account?

The transfer stop was located on Muhammad Ali Boulevard in front of the Galleria, a shopping mall that was torn down years ago and replaced with a collection of bars and restaurants called Fourth Street Live! (Exclamation point is theirs, not mine, much like Yahoo!) There was a Wendy’s half a block down and across the street that was an endless temptation. Was it worth it to run down the street for a Frosty when you might risk missing the bus and having to wait another 30-60 minutes for the next one? One time some friends of mine went to the Wendy’s and asked me to hold the bus if it came before they got back. I was not the person they should have asked to do this! I was far too timid and shy to get the driver to wait for a pack of teenagers and boy were they pissed at me the next day. According to Google Maps, the Wendy’s is gone along with the Galleria, so it seems like the only thing left is the bus stop itself.

The other thing I remember about Muhammad Ali Boulevard is that it used to be named Walnut Street. That’s why there is a Walnut Street Baptist Church in Louisville but no Walnut Street. The church had moved off of Walnut Street in 1902, so they weren’t affected by the renaming, but it would have been pretty funny if they’d had to rename themselves the Muhammad Ali Boulevard Baptist Church.

Since Muhammad Ali died last week I’ve learned a few things about him I didn’t know before, like how he was a conscientious objector to the Vietnam War and was banned from boxing for several years because of it. I also didn’t realize how many zinger couplets he could recite. He seemed like a guy who stood up for the things he believed in, which is rare. Sometimes people will say they believe in something, but won’t take the actions to prove it when pressed. Muhammad Ali seemed like someone who walked the walk as well as talked the talk.

But I’ll still think of that bus stop first whenever I hear his name.

Maybe that’s the power in naming a street after someone; it makes their name enter your personal lexicon and tag itself to memories and experiences it wouldn’t have otherwise. I couldn’t tell you who Henry Watterson or Gene Snyder were without looking them up on Wikipedia, but I know the Watterson Expressway was a mess of construction in the 90’s that was best avoided and that if something was out past the Gene Snyder Freeway it was way, way out there. (Wikipedia says Henry Watterson was an editor of the city’s paper and Gene Snyder was a Congressman who got the funding approved for the freeway named after him.)

I would know who Muhammad Ali was whether a street was named after him or not, but naming that street after him has associated him with my personal memories in a way he wouldn’t have been otherwise. If anyone’s name was going to be tagged onto my high school memories, Muhammad Ali seems like a great choice. Probably the greatest.

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  1. Gina Comer says

    June 10, 2016 at 10:14 am

    Beautiful piece of writing! Ali was an iconic figure my whole life of 49 years, well maybe not the first couple… Thank you for sharing your experience, it has added to the legend in my mind. Your post will live on in my memory as so few do. Joan Didion’s essays do as well. You are in esteemed company!

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  2. Tara (Age) Clayburn says

    June 10, 2016 at 1:23 pm

    What a great piece of writing, Jeanette. I remember that bus stop and Mohammed Ali Blvd. down by Manual also…so much has changed about our hometown these days!
    I hope you are well! 🙂

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    • Jennette Fulda says

      June 10, 2016 at 2:04 pm

      @Tara (Age) Clayburn – Thanks, Tara! I haven’t been to downtown Louisville for many years, so I’m not sure if I’d recognize it anymore.

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  3. Judith says

    June 10, 2016 at 1:30 pm

    He was the greatest. And pretty.

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  4. Jennette Fulda says

    June 10, 2016 at 2:02 pm

    I should note, I just added two paragraphs onto this entry because I CANNOT STOP MYSELF FROM EDITING.

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  5. Shirley @ gluten free easily (gfe) says

    June 11, 2016 at 11:41 am

    Beautiful post, Jennette. It’s always so fascinating how much of life is interconnected and how each of us has our own very interesting connections to events. Btw, I imagine that it would be a very rare bus driver that would agree to wait for kids off getting ice cream, so I hope you let that guilt go. 😉

    Shirley

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  6. momtaxijulie says

    June 13, 2016 at 12:25 pm

    I did a little chuckle about not remembering your Grandfather’s name but remembering all that bus detail. Funny how our minds squirrel away all that trivia.

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  7. Michelle says

    August 3, 2016 at 12:38 pm

    Really enjoyed this.

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