I too was working construction at Eastman. It was the Monday after Super Bowl Sunday, and I didn't realize it was that cold until I was driving in and heard the weather report on the radio. I was working in B-120 at the time and none of my crew showed up, so I was just looking around trying to find something to do. Up in the day, a gentleman in a suit walked up to me and introduced himself. He was probably in his 60s and was one of the biggest men I had ever seen. The conversation turned to football. He told me that he had played some in the pros for San Francisco in the 50s. Now it happens that I was born in San Francisco while my dad was stationed there in the army, and we only lived a block or so from Kezar Stadium, so he started telling me some of his experiences while living out there. I remember he was soft spoken and a seemed a pleasant sort of person. Somehow I had lived in this area since I was a baby and never had heard of Hal Miller (a local sports legend). The most amazing thing I remember was him telling me that he had left pro football to fight in Korea, then gotten married and had a baby around the time he got out of the military. He had to give up football because it didn't pay enough to raise a family.