Peter Schilling Jr.
of the very best things about Loafer's Magazine
is hearing from friends. When we last ran Loafer's,
some seven years prior to the last issue, Andy
and I really dug getting letters and poems and
photos, anything at all, from people who should,
by all rights, fallen off the face of our planet.
Many of those friendships kept on, even after
Loafer's ceased to be.
Others did not. Life moves on as we stretch ourselves
across the country and the world. But with the
advent of the Internet, the new Loafer's
did what I hoped: gather back some of the flock.
Consider the case of Jon Pyle. Pyle, my old roomie
from Michigan State, vanished right after friends
John Lund and Karin Fodness got married. Of course,
he didn't vanish in the face-on-the-milkcarton
way, he just moved on, living in Montana or Wyoming,
wherever the snowboarding was good. This is partially
what I imagined, and partially what came true:
for some eight years after I'd last heard from
him came an email that read "Poof! As if
from nowhere he reappears!" He reappears
thanks to the Loaf, with good news of
being married, but the bad news of trying to figure
out why it's Constitutional for the Taos ski area
to prohibit snowboarding.
One of Jon's difficulties in trying to
reach his old friends (Lundo was another roommate)
lies in the fact that you can't Google "Peter
Schilling" without surfing the garbage-choked
waves of the man who made "Major Tom".
Nor could you Goog "Lund" without
checking out the expensive goods of the boating
company. But Loafer's leads right
Since the last issue, we've received emails
from a number of people, inquiring about this
person or that whose name was on the Loaferlist
of past contributors. One was a young man whose
work appeared as a child in the original pages—he
didn't know he'd ever been in print.
Others were unfortunate dead-ends: the name in
the new Loaf wasn't the person
they wanted. Sometimes the message in the bottle
doesn't reach anyone.
there's one thing that I enjoy about this now-crass
holiday season is gathering with the people I
love so much but don't see enough of. Loafer's
is a strong part of that feeling. As usual, we
don't get this damned rag out nearly as often
as we'd like (nor do our contributors feel compelled
to get the stuff to us in a timely manner), but
at least we get it out. Andy and I hope you enjoy
it… whoever you are.
Elf drawing by Steve Willis;
Gut wrapping and doodle by John