The Ginkers Documentary

With our two cameramen in tow, and our subject and Ginker anthropologist (picture, circa 84') John Matthews leading the way through bramble and thicket, we were able to arrive at several metal locations.

First, we trespassed on some exposed wetlands and found the now infamous, "Lair of the Ginkers." Replete with 'Metal Head' and 'Slayerville' tags made some 25 years ago, we uncovered  the old sewer drain wall art like Geraldo Rivera finding Al Capone's vault. We moved on to Frost Woods, named for the transcendental American Poet, and found our own communion with nature to be quite different. Upon entry to the forest, we were greeted by a used condom and a demolished bicycle placed neatly in the limbs of tree, perhaps a warning that metal harbingers were know to once roam freely under the cover of dense growth.

After the woods, we finally arrived at an old reservoir that was frequented in the 1980's by those burnouts and metal gods seeking a little protection from the summer sun and to distance themselves from the law as well. We quickly crossed some rusty train tracks that reminded us of the back Harlow road from Stand By Me and were no sooner ensconced within the dense  and wild grass and thorns of the Jersey swampland. We came across some satanic graffiti, a dead possum and a few more relics of note. However it was John's recollections of stolen bikes, leeches and fear that were the true gems of the day. Matt also regaled us with stories of diving into eel infested waters that fit nicely into the natural theme of the day.

Thanks to the Rucksack Films crew for braving the Jersey heat and to John for sticking his neck out at work in order to deliver the metal goods.