How ironic that his middle name was “Riddle.” I refer to James Hoffa, long-time labor boss in America, no stranger to jail and shady politics or other convicted felons. He disappeared over thirty-one years ago.

Because a convict thinks he knows where Jimmy’s remains are, a small army of FBI agents, archaeologists and anthropologists are hard at work spending your tax dollars digging up the yards and fields of a farm frequented in the past with mob cronies, “friends” of Hoffa.

Nobody is saying what they intend to do with the body if it is found nor how such an exercise will better our terribly debt-ridden nation. The only thing I am sure of at this point is that, body or no body, Jimmy must go to God’s judgment, the same as the rest of us.