when i was living outside of boston i used to go to ep levines all the time, they were at the drydock still
they had a case full of barrel lenses, some cheap some cheaper, some xerox machine process stuff some more expensive ..
it was a thursday and i was there poking around. my pal paul wasn't there at the time, but an older guy named mike was attempting to sell me
something telephoto for my speed graphic. unfortunately his idea of telephoto wasn't really a very long focal length, and more like a 7" ...
anyways, a guy behind me saw me eagerly trying t extricate myself from the sale and tapped me on the shoulder. he gave me his phone number on
a slip of paper and said, " i have the lens you probably want " ...
a few days later, maybe a week, i called him, arranged a visit, and voyaged to central square, blank check in pocket ...
i found his house. he had a 4x5 telegraphic in the window with a monster of a 15" teleoptar on the front. he had the camera pointed out the window,
made and exposure peeled apart the polaroid and showed it to me ..
i paid him the $$ he asked for ( can't remember how much it was, maybe $50 - 100 ? ) and rode home to somerville.
i dug up a round cornered lensboard and put it on my camera and started to use it almost immediately ... it was perfect.
i talked to my friend across the hall about the lens, and told him the story behind it.
he laughed ..
he said the guy's name again ...
and then told me the story behind the lens ..
he said the fellow who sold me the lens was a teacher in town ..
and he pointed to my place and said this studio you live in was built by him ...
and he looked at the lens smiled and i laughed as i put it on the shelf it probably sat on 20 years before.
a little while later i was on the corner of boylston and washington streets in the combat zone
it was about 8am and the wrecking ball and pincers were pulling down the hotel avery.
i climbed up and stood on one of the switch boxes across the street and took a few photographs
and the head reference librarian from the mbta looked up at me and laughed ...
he told me the betty crocker cooking school was in the hotel avery ... and at one point everyone who was anyone
in the city had a room in that hotel ... there was just a pile or rubble soon after ..
(in the 16x20 you can read the room numbers on the doors )