One nice thing about throwing stuff on the internet is sometimes someone looks at it.
Last week I got an email from the grandson of the mystery couple in this picture:
The man in front is Fred J. Ackermann, RPh, and the woman on the left is Helen Campbell Ackermann. Fred was the pharmacist and partner of my grandfather Walter Coulter in the restaurant and pharmacy at the corner of Sloane and Detroit in Lakewood, Ohio. He also confirmed my assumption that the other couple are my grandparents.
Last year was the first year I had a tablet, which I thought would increase my reading time. Paradoxically it only encouraged me to download a lot of public domain books that I skimmed but never finished.
The life that Jann Wenner lives is a caricature of the Baby Boomer generation: hope and idealism in the ‘60s fostered by pot, LSD, and the Beatles. Then cynicism in the ‘70s in the wake of Watergate and Vietnam. The ‘80s brought cocaine and the lure of easy money on Wall Street. Then booze and glamorous vacations in the ‘90s and beyond.
Joe Hagan gives all that in Sticky Fingers, along with fabulous tales of Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Wolfe, Cameron Crowe, Annie Leibovitz, John and Yoko, Mick Jagger, and a cast of A-list celebrities. One thing that’s missing is any sense of an interior life. You get the sense Jann Wenner doesn’t have one. And you might be right.
A bio of Jann’s long-suffering wife Jane might have the gossip and glitz plus some actual emotion. Would be interesting to find out.