William Ress:  

CLASS OF 1972
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Johnson High SchoolClass of 1972
St. paul, MN
Bemidji, MN

William's Story

I am doing quite well, thanks for asking. I am living in Golden, Colorado these days and am attending the Golden Eagle School of Practical Ministry. It is a Bible-based school that equips people to hear and appropriately share what God is speaking and doing in the world. It's been fun. I have finished everything needed for graduation but there are still some classes that are too much fun to not take while I still have the opportunity. Prior to school I was performing, singing, playing, writing and producing music both secular and worship type music sometimes with my daughter, Paloma. She is now 10 and is a real blast in my life. (Most of the time.) Music was a part-time passion while I was still living in Minnesota. I had produced a few albums at Prince's Paisley Park Studios. Right out of collge I had a motion picture production company where my collegues and I produced documentary films. During this time I was living in a commune in northern Minnesota. I wasn't writing much music at that time but I was working as a fine artist, painting and photography were the two areas I concentrated upon. I was struggling with my artistic vision (that sounds "hoity toity" doesn't it). Unable to seperate the figure from the field because the forests of northern Minnesota seemed too confining. In '79 I moved to a loft two blocks off Hennepin Avenue by Berman Buckskin and the downtown post office. What a shock! One night feeling lonely, I thought I would hit the bars along Hennepin Ave. That night I discovered why "The Gay Nineties" bar was named that. After being hit on by a couple of old "dudes" I got back to my loft as quick as I could. When I finally found work after my move out of the northwoods, it was in an inner city nursing home. I was hired as the secretary to the director of nursing services. It was a great place for me to be. The first film I had made was at "Ah Gwah Ching" State Psyciatric & Geriatric Home in Walker, Minnesota. So my working at the nursing home was fun. Five of us shared an office on the fourth floor where the "confused," today we call them Alzhiemer patients or residents lived. I had 20 girlfriends on that floor. All the old ladies loved me. One woman, Irene Howie, would take my arm as I walked down the hall, announcing to everyone, "This is my boy firend, this is my boyfriend." It was a great job. While working there I discovered that 90% of the men working there were gay and about half the women were lesbians. Being straight I didn't exactly fit in, but that didn't matter. We all loved the work. I have always thought many of the employees, including myself, worked in healthcare as a penance for lifestyle choices, divorce issues, or even mothering issues. Most of the staff were emotionally and/or psychologically messed up, and we worked there because even if we couldn't fix our own lives or if we weren't accepted by our families; we could do good things to take care of these older folks and they accepted and loved us unconditionally. Sadly, most of my gay friends from that time in my life are all dead now. I have fond memories of going to "The Gay Nineties" with both my gay and lesbian friends, as well as my straight girl firends after work and dancing up a storm. It was the '80s and drugs, disco, poppers and coke were rampart as we moved to the heavy beats of LipSync, Prince, The Tyme and Donna Summer, to name a few. Another exciting venue I liked to hit in downtown Minneapolis was First Avenue, the old bus depot. I saw the Ramones, Prince, The Pretenders, Iggy Pop and the Stooges, Devo, even Bob Dylan all performed there. Musically and artistically, it was an exciting time that I'll never forget. I had several shows of my paintings and photographs at galleries around the area, and I began writing, as well. I was writing regularly for several area newspapers and began having my poetry published in a variety of magazines, journals and anthologies. I was firing on all cylinders and having a ball. For a variety of reasons I moved from Minnesota to the southwest. My then wife had spent ...Expand for more
a weekend with her girlfriends at the "10,000 Waves" spa in Santa Fe, and she came back raving that we had to move there. She claimed it was the happening spot where everyone who was anyone was moving there. I had spent some time in Santa Fe and thought it an expensive and pretentious place. The two of us were in therapy at the time, and her therapist suggested to me that maybe I should take a road trip to New Mexico and see if I had any interest in moving there. This was in the summer, so I began subscribing to both the Santa Fe and Albuquerque Sunday papers to see what jobs were like. I sent off resumes to a few I was interested in, and while on my road trip, which I had been able to schedule in October, several firms contacted me, wanting to interview me. By the end of my trip I had two job offers I brought back home to discuss with my wife. The job offer in Santa Fe was laughable. It was for a book editor job that they would pay $7.50 an hour for the work done. The other was with a healthcare firm headquartered in Albuquerque, but with 400 nursing homes and hospitals. I took the Albuquerque job and my then wife stayed in Minneapolis to close down her therapy practice there and move it to Albuquerque. During the year it took her to move to Albuquerque I contracted to have a passive solar home built in the Village of Corrales, an artsy community on the West side of the Rio Grande River. I moved away from Minnesota to Albuquerque in 1991. I was the Director of Education and Training for a staff of about 50,000 healthcare employees across 34 states. I moved from there to an island in the Puget Sound to work with a software development company, a dot com, developing a work flow healthcare program for hospitals and nursing homes. We burned 47 million dollars in the two-and-half years I was with the firm and never did get the product out the door before we melted down like so many other dot coms were doing at that time. My 28-year-old son, Adam, decided to stay in the Puget Sound area to continue working on his music/recording career. From there I moved my family to Omaha, Nebraska to work for a national healthcare consulting firm. I developed and led projects around the country at various hospitals and nursing home organizations. The first year was great, but the second year I began to see the chinks in the organization. At times I was using my salary to cover payroll while the principle owner was off playing the ponies, having numerous affairs and was generally not taking care of business. That was quite a let down, which combined with my increasing peripheral neuropathy contributed to my leaving the health care business. My then wife received a job offer for a administrator position with a healthcare company in Denver. So we moved there and I returned to the music creation work I had left behind in Minneapolis, and had only done part-time since then. Has life been good? Definitly yes! But, it has been difficult and complicated and sometimes has felt overwhelming. That said, I like who I am, I enjoy my two children, and believe I have forgiven myself and the people in my life who have hurt me. I am hopeful I am forgiven for all the hurts I have caused others as I have traveled through life. I don't know exactly where I am heading, but feel great about my relationship with my creator, His Son and their Holy Spirit, and am looking forward to the next step in my life. My grandfather was Jewish, so I am exploring moving to Israel for a while. It might be a pipe dream, but after all the drugs and every other exploration I have done in my life that might just be the right right thing to do. There is a country & western song currently popular on the radio where the chorus goes, "God is great, beer is good and people are crazy." God truly is good and great and He cares about each of us, even when we don't think He is there with us. Beer is good, too, as long as its in moderation. And lastly, people truly are crazy, but I mean that in a good way. I ask God to bless you in everything you face in your lives. Take care, Bill
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