|Postcard from 1938|
All the same, it was a keen get-away from the city. I was up and at 'em at 8:30 a.m. from Brooklyn, and managed to hit the Long Island Railroad connections, van and ferry like clockwork. I arrived at a magical 10:30 a.m. Let the games begin!
10:30 a.m. Ah, the promise of a bright, warm weekend. The familiar sites and one-of-a-kind comfort of gay paradise: Cherry Grove.
Settling in. Chilly but sunny. Loving life. And then, just moments before it's time to head to the Fire Island Pines for Low Tea, crash, boom, bang... it slams rain. Oh, lovely.
Mind you, it sure did make the boardwalk shimmer with beauty, eh?
After a false start downtown in the Grove, where we discovered it was women's night at Cherry's, Bobby, Timmy & I decided to squish our way to the Pines. What's a little residue rain when there are thousands of sweaty men on the other side? Next up: A side trip tour of the fabulous Belvedere Hotel!