Mark I Chester photo of the day
Mark I Chester studio
1229 Folsom St./SF 415-621-6294
October 29, 2011
photo of the day
10/29/2011. Part 2. The reverse side of the postcard below. Postmark
date in 1980.
This came from my friend
Jon who I originally met back in Milwaukee. Jon was the head of a
Montessori school, although I probably met him at the Wreck Room, a
*masculine* bar hidden in Milwaukee's industrial south side.
We connected immediately, although it wasn't a sexual connection. Somehow
he knew that he could say just about anything to me and I wouldn't raise
an eyebrow. I think it was about being able to be yourself without the
kind of censoring that we normally do when we are interacting with
unknowledgeable family and business associates. We were family.
I love the fact that he
claims to be in NYC, but if you check the postmark, the postcard was
actually sent from Cleveland, no less. I have no idea where he actually
was. I love his comment "Planning to
join a nude ice hockey team under the name of Natalie Eversharp." He knew
I would appreciate the thought because it was so out in left field. And I
did. It was like saying, "in a world filled with Ozzie and Harriets,
they have no idea what is going on right under their noses."
Before moving to San
Francisco he moved to Mexico for a couple of years for more Montessori
work. I'd send him letters with sheets of blotter acid between the sheets
of the letter. Jon was professional at work, but in his private life, he
was not much a fan of unmitigated reality. But this is Facebook, so my comments are really just an exaggeration I've made up to
catch your attention. But whether my comments are truth or fiction, it was
part of the *eversharp* reality of my friendship with Jon. In one letter
he included a tiny pair of toy plastic baby hands with some weird comment
about Grandma cutting off the baby's hands for doing something *bad.*
In another missive he sent photographs he had taken of a variety of very
fetching men in very fetching positions. But the kicker was the top
sheet which was folded over them and held in place with a paperclip. On the top
sheet he wrote, "I had them all and they were nothing."
After the Folsom St.
Fire, certain items selectively disappeared from the walls of my
apartment, while it was under the control of the SFPD and SFFD, including
satirical cartoons aimed at Dan White, a political poster
presenting then Mayor Diane Feinstein as a dominatrix with a whip after
she increased the bus rates from 25 to 50 cents and a picture of a
former pope dead and laying in state. sigh.... ok, I was a complex child.
They ignored this
postcard though. You can see the pinhole on the left hand side where it
was tacked to the wall. The original writing was in black ink.
Anything that reads as blue was water damaged during the Folsom St. Fire.