jon klinkroth

jon klinkroth

Our friend Jon died on Friday the 13th, in May.

I have not been able to make but a whit of sense about it but the amazing Becky (on the left, above) has written poignantly about it. I’m pretty sure I did my own “sink low” interpretation since learning about his death over a week later, only a couple days after Lisa (to Jon’s left, above) herself heard about it.  That night I got on the phone with Sheila, the excellent redhead above, and made sure the news was complete.

Though the picture was taken at Leanne and my wedding in 2008, which I think is the last time I saw Jon, the row of us above met in late 1982 on the 8th floor of the dorm called Ida Sproul in Berkeley.  We were charmed ever since then. It is a measure of the time and of our unique bravado that over 25 years later so many of us are still fast friends.

Funny. I still say Jon is a friend.

Jon and I used to scream our bikes in the dark of night through the streets of Berkeley and Oakland.  Not safe; not by the book — Jon never wearing shoes.  Jon was brilliant — but moreso, kind and gentle.  Was he fully misfit? Clearly he was addicted, but how did he die?  Was he hellbent on destruction in the world, or in a world hellbent on destruction, was he an honest precious being?

I didn’t answer any of this, so I instead thought of a playlist of what we used to listen to.  It goes something like this:

1) This Charming Man — the Smiths — (long version)

2) Wild Child — Lou Reed

3) Kometenmelodie — Kraftwerk

4) Some Song by Phillip Glass which I forget but he swears they sing “Call Lisa” in

5) Atrocity Exhibition — Joy Division

6) Lou Reed — Perfect Day

7) Lou Reed — pretty much forever. Lou Reed forever.

Jon, Jon.

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  1. Hello, Jon was my cousin and my father is/was his father’s “little” brother – he’s now 80. Dad forwarded your post to me, and he was happy to have found it, and to know that Jon had such friends. I hadn’t seen Jon in something like 10 years. And we’d never really been close or stayed in touch unfortunately – ever since his parents up and moved the family from upstate NY to CA some 40’ish years ago. I do remember Jonnie (as we called him then, and still referred to him) being a prankster against his sister Greta way back when, when we were little: crushing up bricks and telling her to eat them because they were life savers (or some such candy), telling her to touch the electric fence that went around our horse pasture in upstate NY and then screaming running to our parents that she’d been killed when she buckled to the ground after touching it. LOL. He was a prankster. And my God, he looks sooo much like my grandfather, and my dad and his dad. It’s the nose. I always think/thought of it as a strong, Roman nose. I’m so very saddened that Jon left this earth too soon – like his entire family – but warmed to know that he had Lisa and such good forever friends as the two of you. Best, Tracy Klinkroth (Seattle)

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