On the morning of March 7, 1967, Janet Niebruegge, a staff reporter for the Fort Collins Coloradoan, rang my dad in his city manager office.
"Did you know that Jimmy Hoffa's on his way to jail right now?" she asked.
"Yes, I know. I've anticipated this day for a long long time."
Janet's voice sounded bouncy. "And how do you feel about that?"
Dad took a deep breath and proceeded to recite what he'd composed during restless nights. "'I would be less than honest if I were to say that I had not looked forward to today when the prison gates closed behind James Riddle Hoffa.'"
"That's a mouthful." Janet paused. "Maybe something shorter?"
"Okay. How about this?" Dad's voice lightened. "I will sleep a little sounder tonight."
"That's great! Thanks, Tom."
And his short version became Janet's headline that afternoon.
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"