He Ain't In The Backyard
Gregg looked.
I remember when they dug up a backyard in Franklin, Michigan, when we were playing at a friend of my parents' a few doors down. Now, 31 years later, why are they still looking for the guy? Point of honor for the FBI? They wanna finally nail it down? Well, fine, but don't waste my tax dollars on it, ya bozos.
Do tell.The rumors through the years put his remains in all sorts of fine urban legend locations ( the cement at the Meadowlands being one of my faves),but I'm pretty sure whoever did him in made sure the body will never ever be found.This is more about putting heat on someone I think.
mbruce at May 26, 2006 6:27 AM
I want them to find him. This is flip side mystery to Deep Throat's identity.
crid at May 26, 2006 6:43 AM
"Looking for Hoffa" is FBI-speak for "I'm taking a break from going through oceans of bank transaction reports on innocent Americans for a while".
Alan at May 26, 2006 10:46 AM
Amy,
While Gregg is at it with the shovel, please ask him to dig out the few clumps of grass on their way to invade the "flower" (qu'est-ce que c'est ces jolies feuilles?) bed.
Frania W.
Frania W. at May 26, 2006 11:26 AM
I would, but he's back here (he was in Day-twoi, as I like to call it, until the other night). Besides, somehow, I don't think he's the gardening type. Personally, I consider it glorified farming...much as I appreciate the results of others' work!
Amy Alkon at May 26, 2006 11:49 AM
> Personally, I consider it
> glorified farming...
Saying so probably costs you some sort of Parisian windowbox credibility, but it's funny as hell anyway!
Crid at May 26, 2006 2:22 PM
Why, thank you. I'm all for windowboxes -- and a staff of gardeners to maintain them.
Amy Alkon at May 26, 2006 2:32 PM
"...why are they still looking for the guy?"
Maybe because they belive that the body will turn up evidence of who killed him. Murder has no statue of limitations, thankfully. This puts more threat to potential murderers if they understand that they will be persued for the rest of their lives. This makes us all safer.
Gary Steiger at May 26, 2006 3:20 PM
Reminds me of a joke that was making the rounds several years ago:
Q "They scraped off Tammy Faye Baker's makeup and you know what they found?"
A "Jimmy Hoffa"
deja pseu at May 26, 2006 7:33 PM
It's the Hoffa circus! It's happening 3 miles from my brother-in-law's house! The small businesses in Milford are benefitting from the extra traffic the circus has brought to town. They're making Hoffa cupcakes: dark chocolate with Oreo cookie topping that looks like dirt, green sprinkles for grass, and a green plastic hand sticking out of the top. The local Dairy Queen's marquee says: Look for Hoffa in the Yellow Pages under "Concrete."
It seems like a good way to get your back-40 plowed for free - just tell 'em you think Hoffa's back there.
Harris Pilton at May 28, 2006 9:09 AM
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