I believe he was found in the basement of the old telephone building.

When he was a young man he was huge, later years he lost much weight and begin to slump.

He once cut my father with a straight razor. Dad was a career police officer and they had an altercation. Dad broke a wooden, lead weighted nightstick over his head, he went down but stayed conscious. I can remember dad coming home with either two or three long cuts in his uniform shirt and the wounds underneath. They weren't very deep though.

Hoover Mitchell was his name.