|Skinny me the Morning After a big night at the bars - sitting outside my friend Bob's single-wide getting some sun|
This week's "Throwback Thursday" is to the summer of 1979.
I had been coming down to LSD (Lower Slower Delaware) since the early Seventies. My friend Bob McCamley had a used single-wide trailer on his twenty-two acres of scrub woodland outside Georgetown, Delaware.
|Me and my friend Bob|
|Me inside my friend Bob's designer decorated single wide trailer -I think I was a already a couple of drinkie poos into the weekend when this picture was taken|
One or two weekends a month I would ride with Bob in his pickup truck to Sussex County, Delaware, about a 2 1/2 hour drive from his home in Norwood, Pennsylvania.
Bob lived with his mother and was in the closet. His weekend "getaways" were necessary for his mental health.
I didn't have a car at that time and I needed a break from Center City living. I always went to the Philly gay bars on the weekends but I too occasionally needed a change of scenery.
|Me (putting "the moves" on some poor, unsuspecting bespectacled bar fly) and my friend Bob at the Boathouse|
Several time I took my camera with me during my weekends of debauchery in the wilds of southern Delaware.
The pictures in this blog are of me, in varying stages of being soused, at one of the local gay bars of that time which was called "The Boathouse." Eventually the Boathouse was burned down as was the other popular bar "The Renegade". Sussex County Delaware at that time was very redneck, and still is in many areas.
|Me and Howard getting into the groove - I think "Funkytown" was playing|
|Me and my friend Howard dancing at the Boathouse (the one with the flooded floor)|
There was another gay bar called "The Nomad", which we went to a few times but the Boathouse has our favorite. One of the things I remember clearly about the Boathouse was when the tide came in the dance floor was often covered in an inch of water. That was sort of cool.
|Back at Bob's trailer for more partying (I believe it was his birthday) - I'm obviously several sheets to the wind|
Bob's trailer did not have running water. Thus if you wanted to take a pee you peed out the side door as this picture attests to. And if you wanted to take a Number Two you got a paper bag and went out into the woods. I never had to do that (thank goodness) but Bob's other "guests" had to . . . . . . . often.
Those were the days my friends. Hey, sounds like good lyrics to a song!
Oh yes, I have had my good times. And they continue to this day in spite of my physical ailments. I squeeze every quality moment out of every day folks that I can.
My Canadian buddy Pat will be down in a few days to spend a week in LSD. Bob's trailer is still on his twenty-two acres of scrub woodland. But Bob is not. Bob died last year. His property is up for sale now. Only the memories remain.