 Ten years ago, while working on a documentary about Will Chamberlain, I decided to fly to Los Angeles, California, to interview Philadelphia's own Jerome Poo Richardson. When I get there, there is no Poo Richardson to be found. I'm calling him day one, day two, day three, texting day four, day five. No Poo Richardson to be found. I have about four or five hours left before my flight leaves back to Philadelphia, and about two hours before it was time for me to leave, I get a call. Poo Richardson.