![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once I’d saw the finished puzzle and laid it all out on a large piece of cork board with pushpins and different colored thread to signify different paths of connection, I started thinking it might be an interesting tack to use in a book-knowing the singular picture at the end before starting, then going back to the beginning and tracing out the whole twisty web, coincidence after coincidence, until some final big revelation. I took some time and backtracked through all the coincidental encounters with this and that person, how those lead to these others, then still others, until I had the whole, rambling picture of all these unlikely acquaintances and how they were tied together. ![]() But there were others in the mix, too-bartenders, publicists, club owners, dealers, journalists, waiters, academics, witches, common drunks, museum directors and political extremists. Given how small and insular Philly’s creative community was in the late ’80s, maybe it’s not so shocking they would come to know each other. There were writers, musicians, filmmakers and visual artists, most of whom I met through my work at a local alternative weekly. When I first left Philadelphia in 1990, I thought back over all the people I’d known there, and realized much to my amazement that they all knew one another somehow, even if only in passing, and that I had nothing to do with it-everyone knew everyone through some other channel. ![]()
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