The Street Called Him the Milk Man

1963, New York City. A door-to-door seller with a gentle smile and a script that always began, “Is the father home?” Neighbors called him The Milk Man of Manhattan. He left porches with signed orders—and new “best friends.”

By 1964, reports say more than 72 men vanished within a handful of blocks. Wives remembered the same odd-looking man on the porch that day. Kids remembered a line that didn’t fit the fridge: “Dad’s going out to get milk”—even late at night, even when they already had some.

Investigators followed the errand to a hidden place: an underground lair beneath the streets—a boxing ring, bleachers scuffed by rubber soles, and an incinerator gone cold. When confronted, the Milk Man reported ...