I met John Kemper by accident, an accident that I can only describe as serendipitous. I was working in New Jersey in 1977 and looking for a place to work out. I found Kemper by dialing 411—remember dialing for information? Bill Grant and Henry Jinks, who I knew from their trips to Los Angeles in the ’60s, lived in north New Jersey. They had mentioned the name of a newly opened hardcore gym—Diamond Gym—which I discovered was about 10 miles from where I was working. What I found there was not only a double-storefront gym that was the hardest of the hardcore but also the friendship of John Kemper.
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