P-town in SavoirFlair

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Read about the scandals of Provincetown in the latest edition of SavoirFlair. Those of us who live near P-town remember them well:

http://www.linkpink.com/08SF.pdf

A DIFFERENT MEANING TO TALES OF THE CITY!

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My dial-up does not allow the  opening of your link .

I would love to read the article

Would you POST the article for US with-out DSL to read it !

I will be in ProvenceTown all of July and would love to read what is up !

                                               Been MY home away from home for 40 years !

                                                        love to all , Karl

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hen it comes right down to
it, Provincetown may be less
scandalous than similarly
sized locales, like Beulah,
North Dakota or Little Compton,
Rhode Island. Of course,
outsiders never expect scandal in these
sleepy little towns, so when it does ... big
news. Unfortunately, while some scandals
make good gossip, the buzz surrounding
them down plays the credibility
of the claim itself.
For a story to become a true, interesting
scandal, it needs a combination of the
following elements: extreme dishonesty,
sex, money, politics and public disgrace.
Boston author Stephen Anable; who set
a murder mystery, The Fisher Boy, in
Provincetown says; “Provincetown is a
place where you can be someone else,
do pretty much anything you want and
get away with it...or at least think you
can.” Scandal in Provincetown may be
expected and that may take some of its
power to shock away. However, scandal
can be quiet even if it is pervasive, like
the founding of a town and a country, or
loud and jarring like arson and murder.
Scandal in “The Provincelands” is neither
a 21st century phenomenon, nor is
it always as obvious as sex, drugs, and
murder. Scandal goes as far back as the
very discovery of Provincetown itself; to
the first accidental tourists to row, sail
or be blown to this sandy, outermost tip
of Cape Cod .
Both the Native Americans and the
Norsemen can lay claim to be the first
inhabitants of Provincetown but neither
are ever credited with being the first to
discover Provincetown or establish the
first American settlement. This honor
always goes to the religious, English outcasts
- the Puritans. Most Textbooks will
tell you that the Pilgrims (aka Puritans)
were the first to set-up shop in Massachusetts
.
This three and a half mile strip of sand
started rocking as soon as those uptight
Puritans washed their clothes; chopped
down too many trees, stole food, fooled
around with the Natives, signed the Mayflower
Compact, and finally shoved off
from Provincetown Bay in December
of 1620, to give Plymouth Rock all the
credit.
Provincetown gets good and scandalous
by any decade’s standards with rogue
Indians, smugglers, sailors, drunken
fisherman., all male, up to no good, construct
make-shift shacks on Long Point
at the far reaches of the Cape’s round
tip. They meet at what gets dubbed,
“The Bachelor Fishing Station” for good
times in what may be Provincetown’s
first series of circuit parties. Drunken,
free sex of the “unnatural variety” was
timed with good hauls of fish, smuggling
runs, and the climate of the sea.

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“
Sometimes female hookers
along with cross-dressing sailors partied
in an area that soon earned the nickname
Helltown by good citizens trying
to build a god-fearing community. This
shocking indulgence in crime, unnatural
acts, theft, drunkenness, and “other deviant
acts” ran rampant throughout the
1600’s- 1700’s, and right into the 19th
century. No one was more scandalized
by this behavior than the good citizens
of neighboring, puritan-like Truro. They
begged the Governor and colony of Plimouth
Rock to bring it under control, but
to no avail. Only the massive wealth
brought into Provincetown by the whaling
industry in the mid-1800’s would
begin to build the solid, permanent
infrastructure of roads, schools, and
churches, worthy of New England standards
of decency.
Like the existence of Helltown, the scandal
ridden phenomenon of The Mooncussers
is often disputed. Mooncussers
were men who were entrusted with the
safety of ships at sea, using handheld
yet falsely positioned lights to lure rich
cargo vessels onto the rocks only to be
looted then stripped like a modern day
chop shop. Local lore has it that everyone
on board the ship would be murdered.
Town historians dispute this version
of Mooncussers’ crimes, denying
any evidence to support Mooncussers
actively lured ships to their doom. Deborah
Minsky, Executive Director of the
Highland Museum disagrees, “Oh they,
(Mooncussers) existed, luring ships
onto the rocks to be looted. Museums
documents prove it! Whether they committed
murder or looted the bodies of
the already dead and drowned, cannot
be proven but are so engrained in
Provincetown folklore, there must
be some element of truth to it.”
Starting almost from incorporation
as a town in 1727, Provincetown hit
tough times due to over-fishing, a
flu epidemic and a drop in population.
At this point, it became an even
more lawless place, better suited for
criminals. Whaling and oil revived the
town years later, when most of the
whales were killed off; Provincetown
then fell into a second fishing related
depression.
In 1899 a New Bohemia was born with
the arrival of painter William Chase
with his protégée Charles Hawthorne.
Hawthorne opened his famed art school
and artists, mostly women, gathered
in groups to draw and paint outdoors.
Good Methodist citizens were appalled
at the sight of unescorted females
smoking and drinking in public (and God
knows what else behind closed boardinghouse
doors). Signs went up that
said, “we don’t rent to artists actors.”
In the minds of many, the life of an art
student was to party, having sexual affairs
of all kinds. Great painters such as
Henry Hensche, Hans Hoffman, Blanche
Lazell, Charles Demuth, Robert Motherwell
and Jackson Pollack arrived in the
first half of the 20th century, just as the
tides of propriety began to change. The
majority of Provincetown’s God-fearing
population grew increasingly doubtful
that the tourist and artist influx was a
good thing for their community, even if
it rescued a desperate economy. This
love/hate relationship between the locals,
artists, and tourists continued into
contemporary times, with scandalous
behavior on both sides.
In 1907, writer Mary Heaton Vorse fell
in love with Provincetown coaxing her
artsy New York friends to summer here.
In Time and The Town, Vorse credits the
Portuguese immigrants with their, “dedication
to language, song and dance”
with providing a vibrantly creative atmosphere
for the artist. The theater people
began to arrive, joined the artists in a
good time, shaking up Provincetown with
their ground-breaking plays and loose
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morality. Massachusetts’s Blue Laws
were invoked to enforce bans against
unmarried cohabitation. Living together,
whether male and female, or male and
male, was extraordinarily shameful in a
town becoming more Roman Catholic.
With the arrival of Susan Glaspell and
the golden boy, Eugene O’Neill, in 1916,
the Provincetown Players was formed,
bringing entertainment and shocking
hedonism to the locals, while changing
the face of American Theater forever.
The scandals of incest, murder, drug
addiction and alcoholism resounded
on stage and off. Provincetown librarian,
Abbie Putnam, served as the focal
point, a sort of in-person as she sat at
the library’s check-out desk. She was
so appalled by the nature of O’Neill’s
plays and the accompanying group of
New Yorkers, that she updated patrons
on their indecent revels. She expressed
her no-talent opinion of O’Neill, based
on her distaste of his morality. O’Neill
indeed took the low road, satisfying his
need for revenge by naming the child
murderer in his play Desire Under the
Elms, Abbie Putnam.
Initiated in 1939, by the Catholic Daughters
of America, town officials began to
wage an organized 30 year war on immodest
dress in Provincetown, attempting
to pass a police regulation defining
decency while banning skinny-dipping:
“No person without personal covering
shall swim or bathe in any of the waters
surrounding or within the town, so
as to be visible from any street, public
grounds, dwelling, house...steamboat or
vessel; and no person will appear in any
public play, except a bathing beach in a
bathing suit. Shorts, Halter...unless covered
by an overcoat or a wrap coming at
least to the knees.”
This article initially passed at the 1939
Town Meeting, then voted down in another
Town Meeting attempt. Papers
across the country ridiculed Provincetown’s
town government for making
an attempt to control modesty. The
Provincetown Advocate, the local newspaper,
reprinted this newspaper quote
embedded in a 1939 Letter to the Editor:
“Ha, ha, no shorts in Provincetown
of all places! We all know that the town
is a den of darkness and sin and yet
they won’t have shorts!”
Despite the law’s defeat, the citizens of
Provincetown continued to try to root
out “unnatural sexual acts” and fashion
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more scandalous sets of dark characters
came along. Community outrage
followed the early ‘homosexual’ influx
dubbing them “the Pink Menace”. This
blossoming affront to the decency of
Provincetown by “Homo’s, Beatniks,
and other Unwashed Drunks” has
some merit and can instill some sympathy
for non-participating residents.
Imagine what the reaction would be in
1939, 1949, 1959, 1960...if your great
grandparents, grandparents, or parents
walked hand in hand on a dune trail, enjoying
an outing with the mystical soft
light in the refreshing seas breeze, turning
a sandy corner and found the hills
alive with moans of ecstasy, littered with
explicit ‘male-bonding.’ There appears
to be no social boundaries to the number
of men cruising with explicit sexual
activity, whether day or night. The beginning
of this wicked story is best told
in several quotes from the pages of The
Provincetown Advocate, and then from
a letter from the great American dramatist,
Tennessee Williams, who was a
regular summer visitor.
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Aug. 7, 1952 Provincetown Advocate.
“...An appeal to all decent people in the
town of Provincetown ...asking for ‘articulate
and militant support’ in stamping
out ‘degrading an soul destroying’ influences
now at work in the town.” (From
an anonymous letter to the editor in the
same article) “...I discovered they, (my
two boys), were victims of a large homosexual
element, that first gave them
dope in the form of cigarettes and then
powder to inhale-sex orgies followed.”
LEADING CITIZENS HAVE SOME
ANSWERS TO LOCAL PROBLEMS.
Advocate, August 30, 1962.
“...Why should we be known as their,
(homosexuals’) headquarters? Why give
them a chance at our young men and
women...Why cater to them? We have
no financial future in them...they have
found another place in New Hampshire .
Let them stay there.” Father, (name not
printed), Saint Peter the Apostle Catholic
Church
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS’ LETTER TO
DONALD WINDHAM, 1940-1965
“...tonight they had somehow come
into possession of an immense creamyfleshed
blond sailor directly out of Melville...
the sailor extends his arm, I extend
mine. In one dervish whirl both belles are
thrown clean out of the charmed circle
which from then on consists soley and
frenziedly of Tennessee and the navy!”
Attempts at moral purification continue
throughout the 1960’s with refused liquor
licenses, police detainment without
charges and upholding old laws that outlaw
drinking but not selling it in bars and
package stores. Town Manager Robert A.
Hancock announces, “No real definition
of ‘Beatnik’, responding to a petition to
ban the long-haired, unemployed, inappropriately
dressed “unwashed”, dirtyminded
“alcoholic and drug addicted”
from Provincetown. The 1960’s also produce
the “Fashion Police”; Provincetown
Police Officers would hand out cards to
women in halter tops or men in package
defining bathing suits that read: “Approved
Dress” requirements to include:
lightweight sportswear, shirts and
shorts for both men and women and for
‘street wear’, bathing suits and abbreviated
play suits are taboo, and their use
may result in police intervention.”
To add insult to injury, a highly visible
gay man with a wealthy car company
pedigree, Walter Chrysler behaves very
badly. In August of 1962, he opened
a ‘museum’ in a converted Methodist
church. He is not the first person to
decide what Provincetown needs or how
it can be made better then proceeds to
steal from the town. As it turned out,
much of the art in the museum, the
entirety of which he claimed was his,
was an investment that he’d never paid
a dime to purchase. Chrysler will continue
his scam when the same exhibit
of one hundred and eighty-seven paintings
is shown at The National Museum
of Canada in Ottawa, Ontario. Sixty
to seventy of the paintings, some considered
to be near priceless, are determined
to be fakes. Chrysler will lap up
the negative publicity. He will eventually
be run out of Provincetown, opening his
museum again in North Carolina. Art
didn’t chase him out of here, according
to grandmothers interviewed for this
article at the Provincetown Library, his
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young sons of Provincetown did. Unnamed
locals gave him a swift kick onto
Route 6 out of town, “instead of a long
sleep with the fishes.”
The 1970’s-1980’s scandals have a lot
to do with fishing, drugs, sex and politics.
Peter Manso’s “Mailer, His Life
and Times”, The Biography of Norman-
Mailer, a non-fiction work, and Ptown:
Art, Sex and Money on the Outer Cape
quotes a DEA estimate that “200 million
tons of pot” were smuggled into
Cape Cod between 1970 and 1990.
Provincetown was the favorite drop site.
Manso’s book will also cause a great deal
of controversy infuriating locals with
what they see as thinly veiled homophobia.
According to Michael Bronski, reporting
in the Boston Phoenix in July,
2002, “Manso condemns the changes
in Ptown as the handiwork of a uniform
phalanx of gays.” Oddly enough, Manso
is the centerpiece of his own scandal. In
January, 2008, Manso was charged with
felony possession of three unlicensed
firearms; a Colt AR-15 Assault Rifle with
large capacity magazine, a Browning
.22 caliber rifle, and a loaded, untrigger
locked Smith and Wesson Model 36
revolver. He faces ten years in a state
prison and a $10,000 fine.
Until his death last October, Norman
Mailer was Provincetown’s most famous
resident; true to form, there are endless
stories about his exploits up at the Hawthorne
Barn on Upper Miller Hill Road.
He told them himself, to this writer when
he was discussing the homogenization
of contemporary Provincetown. Stories
about drugs, big drunks, fights and heterosexual
sex parties with people crawling
home after dawn. Stories that mirrored
the gay male communities love
affair with sex and drugs in the 1960’s
-1970’s. This was before his marriage to
Norris Church and the clamping-down
effect of AIDS. He reveled in the good
times, lamented the lost lawlessness
only a little, much like a man remembering
his rebellious youth with only a
hint of bitterness. It is clear that after
the 1970’s, Provincetown began to calm
down.
In the 1960s-1970’s the fishing industry
took a nosedive. Many boat owners took
the bait, hauling Columbian Gold instead
of Atlantic Cod. Dozens of Provincetown
residents were arrested but not all of
them were fisherman. Some were hippy
businessmen who laundered pot-smuggling
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“room deodorizer”, a feather boa, or a
teeny tiny silver spoon, you may have
pot to thank for your shopping spree.
The same is true if you have a hankering’
for popular outdoor dining.
The town confronted a sex scandal of
different kind in the 1970’s. According
to Peter Manso, The Selectmen, (town’s
highest elected officials and lawmakers),
threaten to revoke liquor licenses when
both the Crown and Anchor and the AHouse
charge women four times the
regular drink price, then banned them
from the clubs altogether. According to
locals and David LaSalle, long-time DJ
at the A-House, the target was not specifically
women but “straight people”.
Feeling the two groups can’t mix, have a
good time together, this became an underground
effort to “keep Provincetown
gay”. This was corroborated by the bar’s
manager along with several local gay
men and lesbian women who were in
their mid-twenties at the time. Despite
the appearance of being, “separate but
equal”, the town lawmakers will force
the Crown to tear down a wall built right
on the middle of the dance floor with
straight people on one side and partying
gays on the other.
In the late 1970’s to the 1980’s, S&M,
politics, and bed-hopping make for disturbing
yet comical scandals. Elected
town official, Paul Christo was arrested
by undercover police officers for a possible
kidnapping, assault, and “engaging
in an unnatural act” following a leather
and S&M bash at the A-House. The respected
Provincetown Selectman was
wearing a Nazi uniform at the time of
his arrest, whipping a man tied to a tree
while receiving oral sex. The state of inebriation
was so intense that it is was impossible
to tell if the whippee consented
to being tied to a tree or not. Eventually,
all charges were dropped. After the
incident, Mr. Christo not only kept his
night job in town government, but was
repeatedly re-elected 1989, even voted
into the top leadership position, Chairman
of the Board of Selectman.
In the 1990’s, heroin trafficking took
off in Provincetown. Pot was no longer
the scandalous drug of choice. Things
got much more hard-core with heroin,
cocaine, ecstasy, Special K, GHB, and
Crystal Meth; increasing trips to the
ER resulted from upping the dose ante.
In July of 1994, twenty-three year-old
Nicholas Curtis, son of actor Tony Curtis,
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Few had known he was even here, least
of all his father.
The 1990’s also saw a scandalous increase
in housing prices, a mass sell-off,
with an exodus of generations of Portuguese
families. The 1990’s also started
a slow decline in middle-class gay tourism.
The loss of affordable housing for
artists, summer workers, and young
people resulted in Provincetown’s demographic
getting older with the need to
‘import’ foreign workers.
In the 21st Century, scandal tends to
center on sex, lies, and sewage. During
the Summer of 2002, reeling drunk
men on the prowl for anonymous action
walk down the beach path to the “Dick
Dock” a spot where late night public sex
occurred and nearly go blind. One hundred
twenty watt floodlights have been
installed. Days of anonymous sex in
Provincetown are over or are they?
The new millennium also saw smallscale
embezzlement, misuse of funds,
and repeated and often unfounded allegations
against the Department of Public
Works.
Most Recently, a firebug has been plaguing
Provincetown. The scope is quite
extensive, as eighteen fires have been
set so far. What’s worse, is that the arsonist
is seemingly unpredictable; he’s
hit homes under construction, wealthy
homes and a print studio. In terms of
newsworthiness, setting fires is perceived
as simple sick behavior, not really
salacious unless an element of revenge
and/or a sexually abnormal behavior is
suspected. However, it is fair to speculate
that these elements are in the mix.
The prevailing theory regarding motivation
of arson (as described by the U.S.
Department of Justice Reference Service
on pyromania) points to revenge
and sex as the cause. “The average pyromaniac
is either a frustrated female
or impotent male who resorts to arson
to satisfy their needs and desires. As it
stands now, there are unfounded rumors
zipping from the West to the East End
of Provincetown. As far as scandal goes,
the truth no doubt will be juicier than
fiction. Given the geographical choice of
his targets, it will be of local relevance
since the arsonist is most likely from the
area.
Perhaps the two saddest crimes that
could qualify as scandal involve the
murders of two very different people;
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Worthington on January 6, 2002 , and
Timothy Maguire, a crystal meth addict,
part-time convenience store employee
on October 25, 2003 . These murders
began with a multitude of scandalous
elements related to adultery, drugs, and
copious sex.
Christa Worthington was allegedly described
by some ‘friends’ in Maria
Flook’s book, “Invisible Eden: A Story of
Love and Murder on Cape Cod” as “an
equal opportunity employer” in terms
of sexual preference and promiscuity.
There are also insinuations of cocaine
use that may have fueled Worthington’s
sex life, which by all accounts appears
to have been active for a single, heterosexual
woman in the Provincetown area.
Where straight women are definitely in
the minority. Michael O’Keefe, Barnstable
County District Attorney is quoted in
the Cape Cod Times as saying; “shortly
before death she had sex.
The media outlets flocked to Truro when
her body was discovered. The event was
big, encompassing, the mainstays of
large ratings: a story set in a beautiful
place with money, sex, and murder.
Christa Worthington was very attractive,
talented, at forty-seven years old,
allegedly obsessed with having a child.
She had reportedly slept with a few local
men; others observed men stopping
by after a stint at the beach, in order to
take showers. Unless one talks about it,
nobody really knows who or how many.
Worthington was tight-lipped, of course.
Was she promiscuous? Certainly not
based on the prevailing area’s gay male
standard.
The body of Ms. Worthington had been
found with her crying, hungry, two yearold
daughter Ava sitting next to her, covered
in blood. The police assumed the
motive of rape. A suspect named Christopher
McCowen, a trash collector, was
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and stabbing Worthington in the kitchen.
While leaving her half-naked body on the
floor while, for twenty-four to thirty-six
hours, as her hungry, upset two year-old
sat beside her. However, McCowen was
convicted on November 17th, 2006 and
the sexual details faded with them.
On October 25th, 2003, Nathan Miksch,
met up with one-time buddy, Timothy
Maguire at his rented room. Maguire,
high on drugs, allegedly tried to force
Miksch to stay in the room. However,
Miksch wanted to leave to have sex with
someone he’d met on the Internet. During
the March 2006 trial, he noted that
he’d once suspected Maguire to have
given him an overdose of GHB attempting
to have sex with him. That October
night, he didn’t want a repeat of that.
So Miksch strangled Maguire with a belt,
later admitting to the deed. He also offered
his state of mind – a man up for
days on crystal meth, still high on the
substance. On the night in question, he
panicked and started to chop the body
with a Swiss Army Knife. He stated during
the trial that he was only able to sever
one arm, then stopped when he saw
himself covered in blood in the mirror.
As his only cleanup, he dropped the arm
in a nearby dumpster, leaving the rest
of the body in the room. Nathan met
two more tricks having sex with them in
the same room where Timothy Maguire
was now stuffed in the closet. Nathan
then stole Maguire’s ATM card using it
to skip town. Before leaving, however,
he stopped in at The Little Bar at the AHouse.
Then went home with friend Tim
Hazel, the director of the AIDS Public
Housing where Nathan had a room. He
was later arrested in Hazel’s home a few
days after the act.
The scandal, however, did not end there.
In January of 2004, the Provincetown
Banner reported that Hazel had been
fired in October of 2003, right after the
Maguire murder. The reported reason
for his release from the AIDS House were
- that drug use within housing complex
was prevalent. Some residents were
granted housing without qualification.
The town also buzzed with talk of orgies
in the house, with both Hazel and Miksch
present. It was a revealing sexual mess
that threw Provincetown’s seedy, underworld
of gay men, drugs, and sex into
the national spotlight.
Water, water everywhere....The idea of a
town sewer first came up in 1945 when
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was the best way to protect the fragile
shoreline from accidental dumping.”
That was the first consultant on the job,
sixty years and thousands upon thousands
of dollars later in consultancy
fees, it became both a reality and an
albatross. The sewer hook-up is the biggest
scandal in years to Provincetown
property owners, most having no choice
but to pay and hook up. The Department
of Public Works was to oversee a sewer
project that was presented as an enviromental
sound, cost-effective system. It
ended up being more complicated with
more glitches than Microsoft Vista. The
major arteries of Provincetown have
been torn up repeatedly with uneven
tire-terrors. The sewer will also earn the
shocking reputation of being the most
expensive sewer system of its kind. As a
local researcher puts it, “more expensive
than Malibu’s.”
In August 2007, Bill Schneider, the
Provincetown Tourism Director resigned
because Crossed Paths, a self-published
book he authored was never a selection
of “The Oprah Winfrey Book Club” as
he proclaimed. He told several newspapers,
friends, and Town Hall employees
the exact day and time the show featuring
his book would air. The Provincetown
Banner reports on August 22, 2007 that
his website, “gave details of the show
with a link to a five-page transcript of
the ten-minute segment that supposedly
featured Schneider, which he wrote himself.”
The website also features an award
plaque honoring make-believe sales of
his book, which hit the roof following his
make-believe appearance on The Oprah
Winfrey Show. When locals tuned in to
watch on the day/time he’d specified;
there was no Bill Schneider. For this error,
he came up with conflicting excuses.
Seth Desroches, a writer with The Cape
Codder, a community newspaper, broke
the story by making one phone call to
“Oprah’s People” at Harpo Productions
in Chicago . The scandal of lies
launched an investigation by the town.
The story ends with subsequent interviews
with Schneider who admitted to
the lie just “snowballing,” only adding
more ridicule to the well-liked Schneider
as a competent Tourism Director. Schneider
resigned on August 22, 2007 to
“...pursue various personal projects.”
Many scandals seem to span Provincetown’s
history since it’s inception. The
locals, tourists, government, businesses,
and journalists are still grappling with
many of the same things they were ten,
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Who has a right to call Provincetown
home? What is happening to our tourist
business? Who’s taking over? Some,
or all, of the current round of questions
may indeed be the future seeds of scandal

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Hey thanks Verites !
                            What a great read !
   I remember Paul Christo plain as day , He used to solicit for his "quest" house 
up from the "A' house , when he was in Westport ,Connecticut .
 At the Cedar Brook ,at that time I was a cocktail server   19 .           LOL
 I gotta admit to bedding down with him on several occasions !
  He was ,IS ? , a fun guy ! Handsome too .
 Have not seen him in years .

 I truley enjoyed your effort for me ! THANK YOU !
                                                                          Weasel

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My pleasure. Have a great time in P-Town this summer (I know you will).

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a big hug for you !
                            Karl