I first drove to Provincetown during the broiling heat in the summer of 1995.My best friend & I sputtering up the eastern seaboard in a beat up Nissan Sentra we called "Greek Lightening".We were young & alive & for 7 hours we sang our hearts out to every song that blasted from that car's tape deck.Songs about being in love & being free.Our hearts raced as we crossed the Sagamore Bridge.On the other side, we snacked on lobster rolls, bought some cheap flip flops & practiced our New England accents.We could feel something changing.We could feel Provincetown getting closer.Highway 6A's last stretch was a long one,but eventually she delivered us into the arms of Provincetown.Those next four days were spent outside of my own body & mind.This was the way I wanted to live my life: unrestricted & unashamed.We rode bikes to the beach & danced as the sun went down.We flirted shamelessly.At night we slept soundly, even with the doors unlocked.And we greeted each stranger on the street with a 'hello' as they passed on the street.On the ride home, everything was softer.Our hearts beat a little bit slower.We popped in those cassettes again & quietly sang along.They were the same songs about being in love & being free.Only this time, we knew what they really meant.