To be honest, I often come to Chelsea Market specifically because I want to know the people I’m buying my meat from, just like I use the Farmer’s Market to source the produce we eat. I would find less reason to go to the (N)CM without a meat counter.

Jon Dyer
Founder/Master Distiller
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I inquired about future products and he said rum and gin might someday become available, but he still has a lot of work (and learning) to do.

By Doug Collyer

Some people have “class and style” and some just don’t. That was our thought one evening after Jerome Forner, Bob Brown and I had after finishing writing the Class Prophesy for the 1958 High School Year Book.

Such things weighed heavily on the minds of such individuals as we that had a propensity to contemplate matters of little worldly importance. Thus, the fact that the Class of 1956 had painted “56” on one side of the large rock in the schoolyard and further that the Class of 1957 had painted “57” on the other side, didn’t really impress us. What bothered us was their sloppy work. Thus, they had “no class, no style”.

We, representatives of the Class of 1958, could remedy the intolerable situation by demonstrating, to the world, how things should be properly done. We would paint the rock properly by covering it completely in our school colors of blue and gold with a large “58” stroked from the hands of an artist.

Somehow Jerome “conned” his Mother, an artist in her own right, into mixing us some paint in their basement. Then with paint and paint brushes in hand, we were off to complete our mission. We had called some classmates for assistance and we all met at said rock about mid-night. Working like a well-oiled machine we completed our work-of-art. So we trampled Russ Alsteader’s (the school maintenance man) posies at the base of the rock. Of little consequence, when creative endeavors are undertaken.

With the mission completed and no cops or school authorities catching us, we faded into the night and went home. Just as I walked into the house, about 2:00am my parents were waiting for me. They said Charlie Cameron, our school Superintendent, was waiting for me at his office and I had to go there immediately. My parents ask for and I gave a reasonable explanation for my recent activities. They seemed relieved upon learning that I was not wanted for murder or some such transgression.

Back to school I went and walked into Charlie Cameron’s office. There, sat all of my cohorts of the evening’s endeavors. Once assembled Charlie started to grill us about our evening’s work. We explained our motives and assured him that all we wanted to do was to bring “dignity and class” to our school by properly painting the school rock. Charlie seemed to be taking it in stride and didn’t appear to be too upset with our activities. His real concern was about an incident a few nights before where some vandals had pushed over some “green” brick walls of the new school. We assured him that we had nothing to do with that and would tell him if we knew who was responsible. We were all pretty good kids and had never gotten into anything serious before. Thus, he believed us and was about to “let us off the hook” when, old Russ Alsteader started whining about his posies that we had stomped all over. Well, we agreed to buy some new flowers for Russ, and I think we even planted them around the rock.

That little act of ours started a new school tradition. We were the last class to graduate from the old school and when it was torn down, the rock was moved to the city park. There the future classes could, without fear of reprisal, paint their year on the rock.

However, the future classes never had the “class and style” in rock painting that we did.

Jan

Jan Bernath
Class of 1958

This is an easy and painless way for all of us to do our part.

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Just wondering. Many Thanks.

Jeff