Film Actor, A Drifter, and A Poet
After leaving Toronto, Knox would appear in a few movies and television shows, but not return to football, despite offers from the Oakland Raiders and San Diego Chargers of the newly formed American Football League.
In the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s Knox drifted around California, residing only a short time in various towns, prior to moving again. In July 1988 a reporter located him as he was moving out of a one room apartment in Canoga Park, California. Knox had lived there for just several weeks, spending the majority of his time writing poetry. Aside from past residences in McKinleyville, CA, Malibu, CA, and San Francisco, Knox lived for short periods in other states, i.e. Maine and Texas. He also lived for brief stints in Mexico and Europe.
Having been single since a divorce in 1964, his philosophy was to stay free. Knox compared his lifestyle to the noble savage written about by James Fennimore Cooper. He read English literature by the hour, stretched out on a cot or in his worn out twelve-year-old car. He yearned for a life at sea.
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