A story about John Labovitz
I met John in the 80’s through the punk fanzine world or it might have been through one of those early “Arpa-net” punk mailing lists. John lived in a ritzy area of town (Washington DC) and I once went to his house and was surprised that people who seemed so rich and smart could have such a dirty bathroom (like mine but in a two bedroom, one bath rancher in PG County). Later on I met his girlfriend when they came to help on a fanzine that was published in DC. Like lots of people from that time, I lost touch with them.
