Wrestling Hillary Clinton: Part VI

“Walter, get him out of my state. Now listen to what I am saying to you. Just get him out of my state. I’ll help you do it and I’ll give him immunity. You write it up and I’ll sign it. Just please get him across that state line.”

Governor John McKeithen begging Walter Sheridan to get Big Daddy out of Louisiana in the 1960’s, as documented in “The Fall and Rise of Jimmy Hoffa,” 1975.

The day after I joined the army, Lea picked me up at 11 am and took me to my 11:30 appointment at the Denim Springs department of motor vehicles, which was only a few miles from Belaire and was reputed to have softer requirements. I whipped out my emancipation paperwork and my social security card, and used her dad’s van to pass the test. We left by 12:30, and Lea dropped me off at Belaire and left for Hammond to register for classes and look for an appartment.

I was at Belaire to register for my classes, which I had forgotten to do at the end of my junior year because I was so immersed with Uncle Bob and his rapidly growing spinal cancer. But the wrestling gym pulled me like a giant magnet, and I gravitated there first.

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