FX died this week. He got a real obit in the Chronicle so he was really somebody. Leader of my Local Union, IATSE Local 16, business manager of another IA Local 119, member of the SF Labor Commission for many years, member of several important San Francisco commissions including the PUC and the Port Commission. It was as a member of the Port Commission that he got the America’s Cup to come to San Francisco Bay in 2013. Pier 27, now the cruise ship terminal which is right down the street where I live, was the center of those activities.
I met FX in 1979. I was working on the pre-Broadway production of Evita at the Orpheum Theatre. The set was primarily a raked stage but there was a small counter raked stage built into a track system that allowed it to moved up and down stage for different scenes. Nowadays, there would be a big electric motor hooked up to some cables to pull the stage up and down but at that time it was Gary Heider and me cranking on a manual winch. One scene had about a dozen people on it and Harold Prince, the director, was unhappy because it wasn’t moving fast enough. Enter FX. He was a college student on summer break from a Southern California school – I don’t remember which, not one of the big ones – and got sent out by the hall to add his muscle to pulling the stage.
I had done stage work with FX’ older brother Joe so I knew he was well connected. Their father was the President of the SF Labor Council at that time.
We got along fine. A couple of years later, I was running the Sound Department for SF Opera and FX got hired to work in the Electric shop. He was a full time stagehand now. We were doing a thing we called archive video where we ‘archived’ each production by making a video tape of the final dress rehearsal. Because the camera did not have a good dynamic range, it was necessary to have an operator move the camera to follow the action. FX was that guy.
The archive video thing turned out to me be more trouble than it was worth and the company stopped it after a couple of years. FX moved on to other work away from the Opera House and I lost track of him.
In 1990, I decided San Francisco wasn’t a good place to bring up my kids, so the family moved to Grass Valley. I found it difficult to get work and so ended up driving back to SF for stage jobs. In fact, I was floundering around when FX called me to see if I might be available. He was working as a dispatcher in the Union office and remembered me.
After about 6 months, I found work in Sacramento and lost touch with FX.
In 2006, through a series of coincidences that will be the subject of another story, I became Business Agent for Local 50 Sacramento, where I had been working. FX was by then BA in San Francisco so we reconnected as colleagues.
He was riding high. The Local had lots of work and he had a great team in place in the office. He had a grand vision for unifying the the Bay Area Stage Locals to provide more leverage with employers. Local 16 was already leading the way with technicians who were among the best in the country. I told him I thought it was a good idea but that there would be many pitfalls, not least of which was turf wars.
By 2008, I was a mess. I had been forced to resign the Sacramento BA job, my marriage was finished and the real estate ventures we had taken on were failing. Bankruptcy was on the table and it seemed that San Francisco would be a better place to continue my career. I got in touch with FX and he was very supportive. He got me work right away. After acouple of months, I knew I was home again and I asked FX if I could regain my status as a Local 16 member.
Without going into all the technical details, he came up with a plan, got all the necessary approvals, and I was a Local 16 man again. Thanks FX!!
FX’s time as the Local 16 BA was not without problems, and, not long after I got re-established, there was a revolt at the ballot box and his office team was broken up. Within a year, FX resigned that job to run for San Francisco Supervisor. He lost by a very small margin in one of the early tests of the ranked voting system.
I only saw him a few times after that. He was always upbeat, a very powerful presence. Whatever it was that he was doing at the time, he was enormously positive about his chances of success. For the last couple of years, I had been hearing rumors of his failing health and I kept thinking I should reach out to him. But I didn’t.
With my shiny new retirement last summer, I was invited to the Local 16 retiree luncheon in December. FX was there and I was able to speak with him. I almost didn’t recognize him as all his hair was gone. He was as forceful and positive as ever, filled with enthusiasm and plans for his job.
What a man! Rest in peace, FX. You left the world better than you found it.