Tell It Slant: Baring It All about The Elusive Nude Beach Gig; Plus, an Epiphany & After
[In July, 1974, Chuck Fager’s first marriage failed. About a year later, his two young daughters were moved to the San Francisco area by their mother. Soon Chuck followed, to stay in close contact with them. ]
After Christmas 1975, Chuck took up residence in the fabled Haight-Ashbury section of San Francisco, sharing a house with two other male acquaintances, just a few blocks from the seemingly bottomless riches of Golden Gate Park. The brief aromatic golden age of the hippies was past, but the atmosphere was still adventurously bohemian and welcoming. Once his bedroll was laid out, and between visits with his daughters nearby, Chuck began looking for work.
Continue reading “Tell It Slant” Excerpt #5: San Francisco & “Going Naked for a Sign “ — or at least a job
Chris Kerr was 12 when he first observed a deathbed vision. His memory of that summer in 1974 is blurred, but not the sense of mystery he felt at the bedside of his dying father. Throughout Kerr’s childhood in Toronto, his father, a surgeon, was too busy to spend much time with his son, except for an annual fishing trip they took, just the two of them, to the Canadian wilderness.