I was vaguely familiar with Arthus Ashe after reading, Kaffir Boy, and Open. I was primarily familiar with him in regards to being a fantastic tennis player, and being the first black tennis player to win wimbleton. I was unprepared for the fascinating view into his life. He speaks little of h...
He was buried the following Wednesday at Woodland Cemetery in Richmond, Virginia. This memoir began with a telephone call from Arthur to me in June 1992. His call came as a surprise, because we had not been in touch with one another since our first meeting, at a children’s book fair the previous ...