Legendary NFL draftnik steeped in mystery
By JULIET MACUR
Dallas Morning News
NEW YORK – Neighbors thought the little man was strange.
They didn't know who he was or what he did for a living. They knew only that he spent most days holed up in his apartment, a small one-bedroom on the fourth floor. And that he got loads of mail. His mailbox in the building's lobby bulged with letters and magazines. Many days, stacks of envelopes were bundled with twine on the floor. The superintendent, who often signed for the packages, couldn't stand it.
"I said no more, please no more," the super said. "Too much mail."
But the deluge kept coming, all bound for Apartment 4L, where things went in but hardly anything went out, including the man who lived there.
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