That awful three-year contract Dad had negotiated with Jimmy in 1947 wasn't due to lapse until June 1, 1950, so a March 1950 phone call from IBT headquarters surprised Dad.
"Hoffa isn't happy," the Teamster official said. "He says we're gaining nothing with your contract."
They arranged a series of talks in March.
Dad and his lawyer, Ace Jackson, showed up at the Cornhusker Hotel in Lincoln to find Jimmy Hoffa nowhere in sight.
"Wonder what the Little Guy's up to?" Ace tilted his head to one side.
IBT had sent Karl Keul, the Teamster who looked like Hitler, to be the principal negotiator instead of Jimmy.