There was a relative I had only heard stories about but never had the pleasure to meet. His name was Mox, and Mox liked to box. True, sounds Susical, but it’s they way I heard the story. Mox would train all the time in the northern woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in a remote location. My grandfather was just a young lad when he trained along side him, sparring, jumping rope, shadow boxing, and isometric resistance. It’s funny what triggers your memory at times.
Who was your most memorable relative and what was their story?