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At 33, the elder Cobbs was already a seasoned veteran of the drug trafficking trade. He was flying solo to his hometown of Philadelphia, having taken off from Compton Airport near Los Angeles.
After a quick fuel-up in Missouri, it was somewhere over West Virginia that things began to go bad for the self-taught pilot.
He was flying above a snowy, wooded landscape when mechanical problems compelled him to scramble for the nearest landing strip.
He was forced to attempt an emergency touchdown at the Wheeling Ohio County Airport. It was going to be a tricky landing, as the tower was closed and lighting was limited.
Eugene descended late, missed the runway, and skidded on the ramp, before regaining altitude and hurtling into a ravine in the woods surrounding the airport.
Miraculously, he exited the aircraft basically uninjured, save a minor head wound. But he had little time to linger.
When he came to a road near the airport entrance, he flagged down the first driver he saw. The driver said that Eugene, who asked where exactly he was, had a gash on his head.
Airport officials would not discover the wreckage until early the next morning, when a worker on a routine field check noticed that a section of the eight-foot perimeter fence near runway 21 was damaged.
The plane was then spotted, and proper authorities and responders were dispatched. The second thought responders had was that there sure was a hell of a lot of cocaine on board.
He stayed for one night before making his way out of town. Meanwhile, investigators began piecing things together at the crash site.
With no pilot present, they moved on to the plane itself. The invoice was signed without a personal signature, only the name of a company, Pacific Designers Inc.
The Federal Aviation Administration FAA had also been keeping an eye on Eugene, who was described as a notoriously bad pilot known to frequent small, quiet airports where he could fuel up and depart quickly.
According to the Post-Gazette, the FAA had put his plane on a watch list, having cited him on four occasions since , offenses including reckless flying, disregarding air traffic control signals, and lying about his medical status.
The FAA had ordered him to retake his flying exam. He continued to fly, however, using his plane to deliver drugs all over the country.
Prior to the crash, federal agents in Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Phoenix and Chicago had all been looking into his cocaine distribution business.
He had ties to Philadelphia and California, so pretty much the span of the United States. And nobody was able to find him at the time … Mr.
Cobbs was a fugitive from justice. Eugene Cobbs went on the lam. Back in California, his son, Blair, was about to have his world changed forever.
A t the time of the crash, Blair Cobbs was He remembers vividly the day he learned that something was wrong. He had been living easy with his father and stepmother, along with a younger sister, in a grand, white Victorian mansion in the Hollywood Hills.
Blair attended the Beverly Hills school that served as the inspiration for the high school in one of his favorite movies at the time, Clueless.
I have an airplane. We all got a Bentley. His mother died when he was 11, and his grandmother, whom he was close with, died the same year.
He and his stepmother never really bonded. As a young teenager, Cobbs, who is mixed race, was picked on relentlessly.
In middle school, he was perceived as the white kid in a predominately black school, with red hair to boot. But by , after a change of schools, those days were behind him.
Then one day he came home to a DEA raid. His stepmother was crying, and all he knew was that something really bad had happened. Maybe his dad was alive, maybe not.
The strange feeling of being under surveillance actually stirred some hope inside the young teen.
S ix months after the crash, it was summer in Beverly Hills, and his dad was still gone. Then Blair experienced another day in which everything changed.
His stepmother instructed him to pack everything he could fit into one duffel bag. His sister did the same. His stepmom drove south toward Mexico.
When they got to the border, the children were dropped off by their stepmom, given minimal instructions, just a list of checkpoints about where to go — and with that, the kids walked into a foreign country alone.
First a taxi, then a bus, deep into Mexico. Would they live or die? Only the task of taking care of his younger sister drove him.
They could breath easier, but only a little bit. There, using a fake name, Blair enrolled in a high school with an intense Spanish program, to try to get him up to speed on a language he did not speak.
The fact that they were all using aliases triggered a deep sense of loss in Blair, a loss of self.
No identity, no roots. The Americano in Mexico. Sticking out like a sore thumb. Eugene Cobbs had shaken U. Then he met a friend.
On a lonely Mexican basketball court, he ran into year-old Rodney Pinz, who was from the States and spoke English.
I had him meet friends, meet girls, good stuff, teenage stuff. He would come to my house. My family made him food. B lair Cobbs had long revered the sport of boxing.
But while he was eager to learn, he was short on skill. He had no idea how to block or defend. He took a shitload of punches.
I got tired. Black eyes were a constant companion as a result of his new hobby. It mattered not. One Saturday, after about a week at the gym, Cobbs had an opportunity to box a real bout.
An old trainer at the gym started tutoring him, working to bend him into fighting shape. Cobbs began working out at the gym from sunrise to sundown, sparring and learning combinations.
The trainer put him through to round full-body sparring sessions. Cobbs was still just a kid, but he was already fighting professionals.
At nightfall, he would grab an agua fresca or something to eat at a taco stand and then return. In reality, he simply had nowhere else to go, and nothing else he cared about.
Fighters showed up looking to make an impression. Cobbs was an outsider, and the spectators were usually not on his side.
But he learned how to work the crowd. How to win their favor. Blair kept boxing throughout his teenage years, while the darkness within him grew.
He enjoyed the sport but hated life on the run. Outside of the gym, he struggled. But inside the ring, this mentality made him dangerous.
When he was 18, Cobbs had grown to around or pounds. He was tough to beat at that weight. So for one fight he was matched up against a guy in a heavier class, a Mexican fighter who weighed about pounds.
After winning nearly every recent match, now Blair was about to get his ass kicked, and to make matters worse, his dad was in the crowd to see it, one of the few times he attended.
In the first round, Cobbs got hit hard, the punches too heavy to block. It was a small ring, and there was nowhere to run.
He was getting destroyed. The bell rang for the second round. At the time, Cobbs was watching all of the professional fights he could, and Floyd Mayweather Jr.
During the second round of his big fight, Cobbs recalled how Mayweather liked to use a shoulder roll to pick off shots and then get close, get inside and land short shots.
By midway through the second round, he was doing it himself — shoulder roll, block, defend — and the tide was turning.
I never stopped no matter how bad it got in my life. Indeed, things would get worse for young Blair before they got better. B lair and his sister returned to the States the same way they entered: on the sly.
After spending roughly three years on the run, their father sent them to Edgewater, New Jersey, back to living with their stepmom.
After an arduous bureaucratic process, they also regained their actual identities. The kids got out of Mexico just in time.
Their father was kidnapped for ransom in late When the price was met and Eugene was released by his captors, he was almost immediately arrested.
Blair Cobbs tells the story of his boxing exploits in a fever, but when it comes time to discuss his father, his cadence slows, and the discomfort he feels about those experiences is clear.
After four years on the lam, Eugene was extradited to Houston and then transferred to Wheeling, West Virginia, where he pled guilty and was sentenced to more than 12 years — months — for conspiracy to distribute cocaine and operating as an airman without a license.
After his arrest, he was discovered to have at least five aliases, with matching IDs. Blair tried to push the news from his mind. He tried to keep boxing.
So he returned to the place of his birth, Philadelphia. While his sister stayed behind with their stepmom, Blair moved into the half-abandoned house on a corner lot that his grandmother had once lived in.
Despite his vast life experience, none of what he had learned would help him deal with being alone in Philadelphia.
Because at that particular time getting a job was almost a full-time job, you know, going out applying at this place or that, I would be out all day if I needed to, for possibly one opportunity.
Then the electricity was turned off. Followed by the heat and gas. Putting on every piece of clothing he owned just to survive the night. I was panicking.
Because I was really hungry. When I find a little gold ring. It saved my life. He took the little gold ring to a Cash For Gold joint at a nearby shopping center.
And they would be pushing you, making you work hard as fuck. I would get up at like in the morning to try and catch the first bus I could possibly get.
He made it three weeks and one paycheck, and he was out. After that, he finally found the one job that would hold him until he turned pro, at a coffee shop.
There, a bit of stability allowed him to get back to training. On June 28, , at age 24, he made his professional debut, flooring Martique Holland in the first round in Ruffin, North Carolina.
He quickly got off to a record. But then the fights stopped coming. He got a lesson in the politics of boxing.
You need support. A lot of backing. Around the time of his first professional fight, his father was also making a change. On April 10, , Eugene Cobbs decided that prison life no longer suited him.
It was the morning hours, before 10 a. But at 4 p. He was cleaning a parking lot and just walked away. Moore was tasked with tracking him down.
He was 29 years old, and despite a right arm marked in ink, he looked every bit of 16, with short blond hair and a baby face.
He openly shares a penchant for vacations to Disney World. His ambition and enthusiasm for the job are evident, and they extended to the pursuit of Eugene Cobbs.
Nine out of 10 times, the guy would scramble, nervously, maybe call a girlfriend to rendezvous at the nearest hotel, or meet up with his drug dealer.
But when Moore answered the phone this time and heard the name Eugene Cobbs, he stood on alert. He remembered the first chase.
The driver took him to a Kroger grocery store in nearby Sabraton, West Virginia, where he waited while the escapee went inside and received a Western Union money order.
The cabbie then drove Eugene an hour and a half to Pittsburgh and dropped him at a Greyhound station. And I got a call from a local cab company who advised that they had picked up Mr.
Moore started interviewing family members and acquaintances, and nobody knew a thing. She was eventually arrested for assisting in the escape.
But the account of how Moore eventually got his man is much less cinematic. The marshal was seated at his desk, the phone rang, and he was given an anonymous tip.
Simple as that. He did not put up a fight, although he did present false identification documents. Eugene was extradited from Mexico that very day and escorted to Los Angeles, where he was taken into custody by deputy marshals, then transported, once more, to West Virginia.
Back in Philadelphia, by the time Blair found out his dad had escaped, Eugene was soon back in custody. On August 11, , Eugene Cobbs pled guilty to the escape and was sentenced to 14 months, to be served consecutive to his prior sentence.
It was at that point that he decided to take a gamble on a flight to Las Vegas to try to get noticed, to try to get backing.
It was a risky proposition. He had a steady job and a girlfriend, Melissa. And to top it off, he and Melissa had recently welcomed a son of their own into the world.
He made the trip anyway. Once in Vegas he was able to get a few sparring sessions in front of some prominent eyes. But in the end, his manager at the time made a mess of things, Cobbs says.
He soon lost his apartment. His girlfriend and son stayed with one of her acquaintances, but Blair, unable to support himself, let alone a family, bounced around.
T hings in Philly remained bleak. It took him nearly a year to get back on his feet, both mentally and spiritually.
To get up and take another shot. Constantly moving from one place to the next. But dying too. Going through the worst experience I could possibly go through and surviving that to move on, to another level.
But did I really survive or did a piece of me just die in order to live on? There was a lot going on from a mental perspective.
Finally, Cobbs caught a break. He hooked up with Kenny Mason, a trainer who had worked with recent middleweight world champion Julian Williams.
Cobbs began to find a rhythm with Mason. Mason also gave him a place to crash. Sort of. It was literally a walk-in closet.
But it was in that closet that Cobbs found God. He put up a vision board. He found a church, Casa de Gloria. And he got back to the gym.
Hopkins offered him some desperately needed encouragement, and Cobbs picked up his training even more. He started training other boxers as well, to earn some dough.
He decided to give Vegas another shot. Through it all, he says Melissa stuck with him. There was no alternative.
Cobbs saw only two options if he remained in the city: Death or jail. As the miles started passing, the freer we started to feel.
We were as happy as hell. It was better than being there. The car was packed: father, mother, son. Everything they had. Once in Vegas, Cobbs and his family were still homeless.
They lived out of their car north of Vegas at a pit stop frequented by truckers. Sometimes they pitched a pop-up tent.
He calls it one of the most peaceful times of his life. It was just us living, day to day. And being appreciative of each moment that passed.
Because each moment was a better moment. In Mexico he had felt low and therefore he was low. Now his new attitude led him out of the hole.
He could feel the universe conspiring for his success. He hooked up with a distant relative who put him and his family up for a few weeks.
He and Melissa got jobs, his at the Cromwell Hotel. Soon enough, they had a place of their own. And after his cousin put in a word with an ex-boxer, the former super-bantamweight titlist Bones Adams, Cobbs had himself a trainer.
Just like the rhythm in the ring — pop, pop, pop — all of the things he needed in his life started to click into place.
Next, he hooked up with a manager, Greg Hannley. Hannley staked him, with around two grand a month, so that Cobbs could train full time.
Adams says that right from the start he saw the potential. His first fight in three years was on May 18, , in Tijuana, where he scored a second-round technical knockout.
He was finally Pop, pop, pop. In he was named the Nevada Boxing Hall of Fame prospect of the year.
Eugene is now living with Blair and his family in Vegas, and just like his son, the father is looking for a fresh start. But he has evolved.
But Blair has taken the handle and run with it. People want to have charisma. They want to be great, greater than they are. They want to believe, to have the passion and drive that they can do anything.
Fight insiders still describe Blair Cobbs, a southpaw, as a wild man in the ring, and spectators love the passion he brings.
I kind of just developed these multiple character personalities and [The Flair] just comes out whenever the cameras are on me. Blair Cobbs remains undefeated.
And he believes that his best chapter is yet to be written. He has over on display in one small room, affixed by magnets to sheet metal on the wall.
Many are named for hit TV shows, music or films of the day. Fonseca began collecting cereal boxes about 10 years ago, amassing hundreds of them, which were soon piling up inside his home.
She also suggested that he start a YouTube channel, as a way to preserve and document boxes for posterity before throwing them out.
In videos posted every Saturday morning a nod to the iconic TV time slot when kids watched cartoons while eating sugary cereals , Fonseca talks and reviews cereal.
An episode about Hostess Donettes cereal, for example, covered donut-shaped cereals of the past Fonseca prefers powdered Donutz cereal from the late s.
With plus episodes, Cereal Time TV has amassed more than 8 million views. Fonseca is a part of a mostly male online community that obsesses over cereal.
Dan Goubert, 23, another cereal enthusiast, says his fixation began when he was young, but it has always been about more than just the cereal.
His arms and legs poked out of the rice squares, and he defeated his enemies by teleporting them back to their home planets instead of killing them.
The Empty Bowl has a devoted following, including Hamilton creator Lin-Manuel Miranda, who praised the podcast on Twitter , while the Cerealously blog has garnered mentions in Forbes and amassed more than 17, followers on Instagram.
Like Goubert, Thomas Hicks, a year-old actor and model, says he embraced a love of cereal at a young age and has been obsessed with it his whole life.
He recalls waking up in the middle of the night, too excited about his morning bowl of cereal to sleep. And while Fonseca basically likes every cereal he reviews, Hicks is more critical.
He believes that the perfect cereal has yet to be created. While his reviews can be harsh, Hicks claims they come from a place of love.
Despite their different approaches, all three men exude an infectious joy for their favorite breakfast food — and they have formed connections over this shared bond.
Invented in by James Caleb Jackson, an enterprising doctor, cereal was originally a health food. It was bland, boring and so difficult to chew that you had to soak it in milk overnight to make it edible.
It took another doctor to turn cereal into an iconic mass-produced food: John Harvey Kellogg. Kellogg championed bland foods, at least in part because he thought a simple diet could help prevent masturbation.
So when Will added sugar to Corn Flakes and began selling his sweeter version to the public in , it kicked off a decades-long feud filled with lawsuits, accusations of stolen recipes, and public acrimony that divided the Kellogg family.
The introduction of television into the American home brought commercials with animated cereal mascots.
Crunch, and Lucky Charms with the ginger-haired Lucky the Leprechaun. Toys and prizes inside cereal boxes, such as baking soda—powered atomic submarines and Star Trek badges, also became more prevalent around this time although Will Kellogg is credited with inventing the concept back in Goodsell says his own cereal lust began young.
Instead, he was on the hunt for the absurdly hard to find. The biweekly magazine was one of the few ways to get information on the pricing and availability of everything from Barbies to Hot Wheels, and it also ran sales listings and wanted ads.
There were ads for subscription newsletters and zines too — the analog version of eBay crossed with a blog. Aside from Goodsell, there are two other big names from that first generation of serious cereal collectors: Duane Dimock and Scott Bruce.
And there was no love lost between Dimock and Bruce. Dimock, now 62, claims that he was the first person to collect cereal boxes as a category.
He started collecting in , going to swap meets in the L. Bruce who declined to comment for this article , meanwhile, had been a driving force behind the lunch box collectors market.
Cereal Box. Dimock was incensed. He says Bruce had called him a few months earlier, asking about the state of the cereal box market and discussing their shared interest in collecting.