Mob Blog: My Summer With Jimmy Hoffa, June 18, 2013
I was fourteen the summer Jimmy Hoffa disappeared. Before his disappearance I knew of him … vaguely. I grew up in a suburb of Detroit, and only the tone-deaf or very young had never heard of Jimmy Hoffa. I’d heard the name on television and seen it in the newspapers, but it held no significance for me. It was background noise. After all, I was fourteen, and it was summer.