As an eight-year-old child, James P. Hoffa was often lured away and could not join other kids in punting footballs or sledding on icy streets. Instead, he was "on a picket line. I'd be standing by the fire barrel with my dad. He'd explain to me why we were there--that people were on strike for better wages, better lives. That's my heritage."
James Hoffa has spent a lifetime trying to move out of his father's shadow, yet he seems most comfortable within its famous outline. Strolling on a breezy autumn morning with workers amid the trucks, crates and loading docks outside...
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