BRAWLS WITH BARNETT MIRRORED ALI-FRAZIER
San Francisco, CA– If you were slipping off the edge of a cliff, only then could you realize what somebody goes through in a fight for their life. My toughest battle was not in a boxing ring. It didn’t occur when I was part of the San Francisco Police Dept. No my “life or death” moment was a street fight that Adelina Goss timed out at 28 minutes.
BARNETT THE BRUTE HAD NEVER LOST!
The fight was with the “neighborhood” tough guy, semi bully and friend Tony Barnett. Born in the south and 18 months older than I, Tony came here with mother, brother and sister. The thing I look back at now with astonishment was that his mother Eleanor never pushed school. White, good looking sans a front tooth, we met at 5 AM on a Sunday morning in 1971 as we were both delivering newspapers on adjacent routes.
WASN’T A SPEED READER BY ANY MEANS
Barnett suffered dearly from not being educated. And while a formal education wasn’t there, the smarts were as he could fix cars and appliances like Macgyver. Still, this father of one son was ashamed he could not really read. The educational shortcoming that was Tony Barnett, manifested into him being a drug addict for most of his adult life. You see, Tony couldn’t get a job because he couldn’t really fill out an application sans help he was too proud to ask for. I do remember once when he had a job fixing cars, that was the happiest Tony would ever be.
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