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To get to the big man, you had to get past the toughs.

Guys with calloused hands and hard-set jaws, massed there at the bar in the Rickshaw, a mob hangout with a pagoda on the roof, across from the racetrack in Cherry Hill, N.J.

“What are you doin’ here?” they asked, not in a welcoming manner, when the young lawyer walked in.

“I’m here to see Frank,” said the lawyer, a 33-year-old named Glenn Zeitz, who had hangdog eyes and a perfect part.

“It was like the Red Sea parted,” Zeitz, now semiretired, recalled one recent morning, looking back on that day 40 years ago.

The big man came into view at the other side of the bar, a glass of red wine in his hand, a 6-foot-4 inch, 250-pound hulk. Frank Sheeran — known as “Big Irish,” the Teamsters honcho, the legend.

The original article is from the Washington Post.