by John Wilcock

Dear reader,

About seven months ago, much to my surprise, I had a sudden stroke which temporarily took away my memory and to a large extent incapacitated me. I’m now a lot better but still prefer the computer to the typewriter and hope soon to resume the weekly column which first appeared in the first issue of the Village Voice of which I was a founder all those years ago.

A stroke is a curious malady which tends to incapacitate in some ways but leaves the rest of you unchanged. I read dozens of magazines to get the material for the weekly column and soon plan to resume doing that. I’ve written well over 1,500 columns so far, many of them from the scores of countries about which I have written all-too-soon dated travel books.

Anyway, to get back to the subject, when I get out of this place, in about a month’s time, I’ll have to start looking for a new place because the greedhead owners want to sell the house for much more than its worth, which means we’ll all have to find new digs that we can afford.

So now is the time when it makes sense to share a place with somebody, with me paying half the rent and utilities. I’m highly responsible and easy to live with. In addition to my weekly column, I have done interviews with Marilyn Monroe, Steve Allen, Woody Allen, Marlene Dietrich, and dozens of others. Subjects of my travel books include Japan, Mexico and Greece, to name only a few.

What would be fabulous would be to share space with a writer or artist but that’s not essential, of course. Just some easygoing type with a sense of humor will do fine, although I enjoy working with other people no matter what the project might entail.

So there it is. Maybe if you know somebody for whom I’d make a good roommate—any sex, any age, anywhere—have them sift thru my columns or my website wherein can be found much of my life.
— JW