Thursday, March 6, 2008

Sander Hicks

Sander Hicks stood out strangely in the East Village of the early-to-mid '90s. Tall, affable, seemingly unaffected, and with Republican good looks, he was having his plays produced and starting a publishing company when most people I knew were maybe thinking about getting another tattoo. He got married at a time when I was still regularly sitting on stoops and drinking 40s. I remember one particularly acerbic punk chick mentioning that everyone was annoyed by him, but I really can't remember anyone's opinion. All I know is that he hooked me up at Kinko's on 11th St. as much as it seemed like he could, and invited me to parties, and was a generally pleasant fellow to know, though I was never exactly sure where he was coming from. Maybe we were all just a bit too superficial, and a normal looking dude like that who made no token gestures at 90s slack or trendiness was treated as a strange and unwelcome interloper. I hope none of that hindered him. Looking back, he seemed to have the right idea. Of course, my memory could also be wrong.

He now has a place over on the other side of Brooklyn that I'll check out when my ability to move about improves.

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