In my Previous Life, I used to vacation every summer at that premier gay resort, Provincetown, Massachusetts.
|Provincetown from The Monument (my photo) 1974|
The first time I visited Provincetown was in 1974 with my friend Bob Mc. This is the photo we posed for at an Old Time Photo place.
|Bob and me - Faux Cowboys 1974|
Bob and I didn't know much about Provincetown other than it was a "gay" vacation resort. That first week we spent there we didn't know where to go. We actually stayed at a motel on the outskirts
of town after spending one night at a place called "The Ranch" which was anything but a ranch. We were just too butch to stay there.
Bob soon met a guy from Canada named Brian and he spent the week with him. I was on my own, a precursor to my subsequent visits to Provincetown.
I would walk down Commercial Street, the unoriginal name of the main drag (no pun intended) of Provincetown. One place I walked by in the afternoon as I returned from Herring Cove was the Boatslip, which was a hotel right on the bay. I would hear a "thump! thump!" behind drawn canvas curtains. I assumed it was a private party and as you all know, Ron is never invited to private gay parties, a pattern which continues to this day because I continue never to be invited to gay parties (hear that Rehoboth Beach and Camp Rehoboth?) But I digress.
|Me (tall and skinny on right) with my friends Gino and Bob on Commercial Street|
I spent my first week in Provincetown at Herring Cove, the beach outside of town. I would return in the late afternoon, always passing the Boatslip and the "thump! thump!" Sometimes I would meet my friend Bob and his boyfriend Brian for dinner but mostly I ate by myself. One might say I wasted my first visit to Provincetown but I didn't know that until I returned home to Philadelphia.
|Me at my room at the Crown and Anchor overlooking Provincetown Bay|
When I returned home to Philadelphia and related my vacation to the Gay Disneyland to my gay friends they asked me "You didn't go to the Tea Dance at the Boatslip?" I said "What is a Tea Dance?" Well, needless to say they quickly informed me what I was missing. Folks, I didn't make that mistake the next year when I visited P-town. And the next year, and the following year and until 1986 which was my last year I visited Provincetown. By then I was spending four weeks in Provincetown. I was a "regular" at the Tea Dance.
Just tonight I thought I would check You Tube to see if there was any videos of the Tea Dance. Viola! You know what folks? Nothing has changed! WOW! Everything is as I remembered it. Even the pool where I used to hang out. WOW! Oh how I miss the Tea Dance. How I miss Provincetown.
Bill didn't like Provincetown. He only went with me once and stayed the whole time at the semi-straight Best Western. He never came out of his room except to go on the balcony.
Oh, he did go out once with me in a boat. He wasn't happy as both photos show. This is why Bill never went with me to Provincetown again.
|Me at the Provincetown Airport|
|Me on the bicycle trail|
|Do I look like a vacation bank manager or a potential gay resort apartment manager?|
After all, I had my banking career. Ironically, my last vacation in Provincetown was in 1986 for four weeks. When I returned to my job at Mellon Bank in Philadelphia I was informed I was job eliminated. Thus ended my summer sojourns to the Gay Disneyland.
|Angels' Landing - where I stayed in Provincetown - 1979|
|Brad and I after a couple wines - happy fellas!|
|Yes, I can swim - my "Michael Phelps Backstroke"|
|Me at Herring Cove, Provincetown, Mass|
|Me at the Boatslip pool - 1986|
|Herring Cove, Mass|
|Outdoor Cafe Commercial Street Provincetown, Mass 1979|