Robert Stack's Trench Coat

The Lonesome Death of "Jack" Frost When they found him, no one knew where he had been headed. No one knew when he fell, or even if it actually was a "fall", or just something more akin to a collapse. Maybe he just wanted to stop, catch his breath, and rest before pushing on toward his destination, and when he laid down... that was it. It was February 7th, 1979, but only barely-- the first report in the now-defunct Memphis Press-Scimitar puts his time of death in the wee hours of that that frozen Wednesday morning. The soft down of a rare Memphis snowfall, begun the night before, blanketed the city. He is described as looking as though he had curled up to sleep as the snow fell around him in the first line of the story in the Scimitar. But by the gray light of dawn, it was clear: he wasn't asleep. He was dead. They called him "Jack Frost" around Midtown, a nickname that took on a sort of morbid irony after the way his body was discovered, but his real ...