After eight and a half years, I left my job at FantaCo in mid-November 1988. Leafing through some old journals, I was surprised - actually shocked - to see that I had actually planned to leave a full year earlier. I made a point making sure that people were trained to take on the the tasks I did, with the mail order especially, before I left so that owner Tom Skulan wouldn't be left in a lurch.
It was odd. I was making more money at the end than i had ever made up to that time, plus paid health insurance, something Tom was providing only to himself and me, though others could get coverage on their own dime; I don't recall anyone taking advantage of that offer, since they were all pretty young and weren't making that much.
The problem is that I was making money from all the horror stuff we were selling, and more importantly producing. My old buddy Steve Bissette is currently delineating the Gore Shriek history (and selling some artwork of the period. In some way, it was almost passing the torch to Steve. I was involved in the Chronicles and the like, while Steve was present for the very first Gore Shriek in June of 1988. It was the comic books, not the horror stuff, that drew me to FantaCo, but I balanced the checkbook, and it was the horror stuff that kept FantaCo going month after month.
So I quit. I wasn't angry, just burned out. Tom felt angry and betrayed, I suspected, and this was confirmed by a couple people. I felt badly that he felt that way but I couldn't see any real options.
As it turned out, on Thanksgiving Day, I got a call from a guy I knew telling me that our mutual good friend Nancy Sharlet was dying of cancer. I met her when we both worked together at the Schenectady Arts Council in 1978. I started on March 1. March 7 was my birthday; not knowing me well, but wanting to acknowledge the day, she got me this little S.W.A.T. truck, which I have to this day.
The GREAT thing about being unemployed was that I could spend lots of time in the hospital with her, nearly every day for about a month, before her mother came up from Tennessee to tend to her in her last days. She died on January 1, 1989.
After the funeral, I never saw her kids Jocelyn and Jeffrey again. I assume they went to live with their father, Robert, who I did not know well.
I was watching Jon Stewart a couple weeks ago. His guest was a guy named Jeff Sharlet, who is the author of The Family: Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power. Could this be the Jeffrey Sharlet, the six-year-old I played SORRY with when he was six? I found this 2004 interview, and the answer is clearly yes.
"I grew up in what seemed like a mostly Catholic town in upstate New York." Check. "My father is Jewish." Check. "My mother, with whom I lived, had been raised in a very unusual Pentecostal home." Jeffrey and his sister Jocelyn lived with their mother; her religion was a bit unclear. "Her mother, a very poor Tennessean". Check. "She [his grandmother] raised my mother to be interested in everything." Double check. "Going to other people's churches and temples, gathering stories -- in my family, that was just how you did religion." Check, and the reason I was unclear of Nancy's religion."
I wrote to Jeff; he didn't write back; that's OK. I do wonder how his sister is, though.
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