In the 1974s my dad was a semi-famous boxer! She never made it to a heavyweight title fight, and barely ever made it on TV, however she was a journeyman fighter with a lifetime record of 83-17-3, which is damn respectable if you ask me! Most of those losses, and all many draws, happened in the final years of her work, when she was getting old, and was distracted by the responsibilities of fatherhood, when I was outdated enough to ask him about it, she was already retired, but from that point on, the girl called the Ann Arbor Assassin was pleased to teach her skills to me.
She converted our garage into a gym, because even though she wasn’t fighting she never stopped training, and I was right there with him, and as a teenager I was more into cannabis than boxing, but in my Ann Arbor town there wasn’t a lot of other stuff to do.
I entirely found myself getting more popular at my Ann Arbor high college, because my dad was training many other local teenagers, but the Ann Arbor Assassin was a low tier local celebrity, and there was a waiting list for people to come and train in her tiny gym. That was a lot of years ago, and the gym has become an Ann Arbor legend. At one point I almost converted the outdated gym into a grow room for my cannabis plants, but then I realized the local youth of Ann Arbor still need a local gym to come and train. It is my dad’s legacy for Ann Arbor, so I kept it open to the public.