On a Friday morning, sixty-one years ago, one of my Dad's trucks pulled into Ralph Darling's Omaha terminal to transfer freight. In the terminal waited a big Darling Transfer truck.
It had cruised in from Oakland, California, carrying a load of Clorox®, not the watered-down bleach produced by rivals, but Clorox® full strength, able to disinfect wounds and purify water.
The two trucks parked back to back in the street while drivers and dock workers unloaded boxes full of amber bottles from the Darling truck and put them into the Coffey truck to be delivered to its customer.
Across the street, Leslie Morganson, vice president of Teamster Local No. 554, watched the unloading and reloading from his car. It took more than an hour.
When the Coffey's Transfer truck pulled out, Morganson headed back to union headquarters on South 90th Street. There he placed a call to Teamster Local No. 41 in Kansas City.
What was he up to?
Believe me, he was up to no good.
THAT PUNK JIMMY HOFFA!
I Watched My Dad Beat the Teamsters
A Daughter's Memoir
by Marilyn June Coffey
Publication Date: July 30
the date Hoffa "disappeared"