Posted on July 28, 2014 by Paul Cantor in Gawker Gawker, By Paul Cantor I met Roger Blondell around 2 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon in early July. A tall chubby black man, Blondell was dressed in worn-in jeans and a shirt that looked like he’d had it on for a few days. Still, he didn’t seem quite homeless.
