As my Mom saw the horror in the eyes of the jewelry store owners (where she worked in the predominately white suburb of Sherman Oaks in LA), she calmed them and "buzzed" Shaq in the door. The owners had never seen the entrance go dark in mid-day before. My mom recognized him. After a long session in which my Mom drew the image of what the customer explained he wanted for his wife, he apologized for being a bit short on cash. He'd just purchased his new home in LA for a few million dollars and asked her to shave the $25 off the $8,000 bill so he could pay her in cash. She agreed (that was Beulah). Besides, who could refuse the guy? As Jerry said, this giant was as quiet and gentle as he was huge. Mom's gone, but I'd like to ask him for the $25 over a cup of coffee or at courtside, just to settle things like giants should. I'm sure that if he remembered her, it would be fondly. I'm also sure that it would be mutual. As a proud Laker fan, I appreciate what he did for LA.
Two girls killed in head-on collision in Israel's north (Haaretz)
from the article: Memories / The gentle giant