He moved through the crowd slowly, pushing his walker across the Bronx asphalt until he reached a folding chair, where he sat and rested the legs that once delivered him to basketball brilliance. “Hanging in there,” he said to someone who greeted him. “Another day.” More than a generation ago, Earl “The Pearl” Monroe was to professional basketball what James Brown was to performance, a man of a million unplanned moves who thrilled his audiences and left them clamoring for more. Read more