MILFORD TOWNSHIP, Mich. - "In one of the most intensive searches for Jimmy Hoffa in decades, the FBI summoned archaeologists and anthropologists and brought in heavy equipment to scour a horse farm yesterday for the body of the former Teamsters boss, who vanished in 1975.
Daniel Roberts, agent in charge of the Detroit FBI field office, would not disclose what led agents to the farm, but said, "This is probably a fairly credible lead. You can gather that from the number of people out here."
No trace of Hoffa has ever been found, and no one has ever been charged in the case. But investigators have long suspected that he was killed by the mob to keep him from reclaiming the Teamsters presidency after he got out of prison for corruption.
The farm, just outside Detroit, used to be owned by a Teamsters official, and mob figures used to meet at a barn there before Hoffa's disappearance, authorities said."
I met the man once, in passing. My Father was a lifelong Democrat trying to come to grips with what the party was becoming, and had long since given up any active campaigning for one liberal or another, but was fascinated with the Hoffa mystique and took me to a dinner party where Jimmy H. was stopping by to say a few words. The moment I heard him speak I knew that this was a man who could sell ice to Eskimos, and if he had not let his ego cloud his common sense he probably would have lived on to get in even more trouble with the law.
And not for nothing, but he isn't there.
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