The Boys of Summer - PROVINCETOWN Photoshoot

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.