Mom wasn't thrilled with my new tattoo. At 72 she's still a mother and her middleaged son getting another tattoo didn't sit well. But she came around...Recently I visited Mom at her home and unveiled ... Read More
Mom wasn't thrilled with my new tattoo. At 72 she's still a mother and her middleaged son getting another tattoo didn't sit well. But she came around...Recently I visited Mom at her home and unveiled the latest imprint, still scabbing up. It had been awhile since I went through the healing process -- I got my last tattoo in 1985. At the time tattoos were illegal in New York City and weren't anywhere near as common -- or accepted -- as they are now. After the last tattoo I hadn't planned on getting another. But then something remarkable happened. I found my birth mother after a 50 year separation. I figured if anything warranted some spilled ink, this was it.In 2010 I took my family to meet Mom and her significant other, my step Dad. After the meeting I legally changed my middle name to Mom's maiden name -- the surname I had been born with, prior to adoption. Summer vacations to Mom's place are now something of a tradition but I am still stunned by the whole experience and so this year I decided to mark the occasion.I did some research and it turned out that the best tattoo parlor in my area was a short hop from my home. I stopped by "Bound For Glory" to make an appointment. Almost immediately I felt at home. The business card of the owner was a pleasant surprise - next to his name was written "L.A.M.F." My first tattoo was "L.A.M.F." A fan of Johnny Thunders, I got his tag line tattooed on my arm in 1979 -- after meeting Johnny during his tenure in Ann Arbor.Before going to the shop to have the work done, I spent a day working out an original design. It wasn't overly complex. Ink runs over time. I took my sketch to Bound For Glory and showed my design to a guy named Mike Bee. Mike's a big guy with lots of tattoos. I suggested a scroll around my family name - Mike said, "No, that would be too much." I smiled. A guy covered in tattoos telling me that a scroll would be too much was pretty funny. I said okay. I liked Mike and trusted his judgment. Meanwhile Tom, another tattoo artist, and Simon, the young guy working the front office, were polite enough to listen to my stories about Johnny Thunders, Slayer and Black Flag. Tom agreed with me that Keith Morris was one of Black Flag's better singers and he offered to play Keith's new CD for me while I was being tattooed. It was nice to hang out with guys who appreciated "old school" punk.But that wasn't all we had in common. I mentioned to Tom that I had a tattoo on my shoulder -- at 25 years old my most recent -- done by a guy named Mike Malone from Brooklyn. Apparently Malone had passed -- and was something of a legend. Who knew? Mike Bee asked if it was okay to photograph the Malone tattoo. I said sure.A short time later I left Bound For Glory pleased with my new tattoo and with a few stories to tell. The stories were almost better than the tattoo. And I like the tattoo a lot.A week later I unveiled the tattoo telling my Mom, "Now don't get mad..."Mom wasn't happy. But after I told her the story about how Mike Bee, a large guy you wouldn't want to anger, had a German federal eagle on his calf surrounded by text, my Mom softened. The text said, "I love you Grandma" in German. Mike got the tattoo when his Oma was dying -- in time to show her before she passed. You just can't make this stuff up.After hearing the story about this guy's Oma, my mom disappeared into her bedroom. She returned with a stack of newsletters from the Berlin (Pennsylvania that is) Historical Society. One of the articles had a paragraph about my ancestor.Johan Friedrich Altvater left Berlin in 1766, landing in Philadelphia. He was one of 100 families that emigrated from Germany. The article was surprisingly detailed, a real gift. And before I left Mom said, "I may not like tattoos, but I do appreciate the gesture..."I am grateful to have been blessed to find my birth mother after all these years, to have reclaimed my birth name, to learn my history -- and to sport the German colors on my shoulder, beneath the "Altfather" family name. Every time I see the inscription I smile. For Johnny Thunders, for the guys in Black Flag - who I met in Miami in 1982, for Mike Bee's grandma, and for my own family.What a gift this experience was - from Mike Bee's moving story to my mother's remarkable gift to me: my history. And I have something on my shoulder that reminds me of this experience every time I see it.I enjoyed my time at Bound For Glory and I gotta hunch you will too. They do good work and give a damn about their clients. You can't beat that with a stick. Maybe I'll see you there. Read Less