|Me sitting in the back of my friend Bob's pickup truck at Bob White's Motel in Provincetown, Mass - August 1974|
My Throwback Thursday this week is a recently discovered photo of myself taken during my first visit to Provincetown, Massachusetts. This photo was taken in front of Bob White's Motel. I'm sitting on my friend Bob McCamley's pickup truck. We made the trip together.
The date on the back of this photo is August 1974. Egads! Forty years ago? What happened? Talk about time flying when you're having a good time (well, mostly good anyway), here is a good example.
A little background history to this photo and our trip to Provincetown. Forty years ago I was working at Girard Trust Bank in Philadelphia. One of my co-workers had recently returned from a trip to Provincetown, Mass. He was gay and he told me that Provincetown was THE PLACE TO GO FOR GAYS. Up until 1974, the only vacation trips I had ever made was one to Canada in 1966 and one to visit Bill's hometown in Toccoa, Georgia in 1965.
|Me and my friend Bob getting ready to leave Philadelphia for our road trip to Provincetown, Mass - 1974|
I was intrigued by my friend Don's recommendation to visit the gay Mecca of Provincetown so I made a suggestion to my friend Bob. He was up for it.
Our only requirement was that we didn't want to be too gay. I did my research and found a place to stay in P-town called "The Ranch." I called and made our reservations.
On the appointed day of our departure from my home in center city Philadelphia, Bob arrives with his pickup truck. It was a bright, sunny Saturday morning. The trip took just over eight hours.
|Saying "Goodbye" to Bill - we're on our way!!!|
We arrived Saturday evening in Provincetown on the main street which was PACKED WITH PEOPLE. By the way, the main street is called "Commercial Street." Interesting, one would think they would have named it something more in line with a Gay Mecca, say like Spruce Street.
"The Ranch" was located right in the center of Provincetown. Wow. Not what we had imagined, a bucolic setting in the country.
We check in and found that we had registered with the gayest establishment in Provincetown. There was so much swishing going on there with the residents that Bob and I got dizzy. What really threw Bob was his room. It looked like a whorehouse bedroom, with the canopied bed with red silk tassels dangling around and the mirrored top of the bed. My room was a little butcher, called "The Harness Room." I had visions of a sling. WE.HAD.TO.GET.OUT.OF.THERE.
The next day I did some frantic searching and found a suitably butch motel on the outskirts of Provincetown. That is where this photo was taken.
This was just the beginning of our somewhat disastrous week. I had planned to spend the week with my friend Bob but he had other plans. One day in he met a twinkie from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I was on my own.
My subsequent trips to Provincetown I made by myself except for one other disastrous trip when I convinced Bill to go with me. He went but wouldn't come out of his room at the Best Western motel, the only other "butch" accommodation in P-town.