Dog scared neighbor, Joe Namath
By Byron Lasser
In 1970, my wife, Ronna, and I were living in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, the home of the University of Alabama.
One night we let our little dachshund, “Peaches,” outside to relieve herself.
Within a few minutes, she was barking up a storm so I went outside to see what the problem was.
Lo and behold, there was a man standing on a wall trying to get away from my little dog.
As I looked up, I recognized the man right away and said, “Joe, you can come off the wall. She will not bite.”
When he came down, he said, “I am your new neighbor, Joe Namath.”
Joe was in Tuscaloosa for the summer to work out with the Alabama football team in preparation for the upcoming season with the New York Jets.
He had also invested in property in Tuscaloosa and was also getting ready to open a “Bachelor’s Three,” restaurant similar to the one he already owned in New York City.
When Joe had a private opening of the restaurant, he gave my wife and me an invitation.
That evening we had shrimp and drinks on Joe Willie Namath, one of the most personable people I have ever met.
(The writer resides in Hollidaysburg.)