April 28, 2010, Dave Grunwald, New Jersey
The ‘older guy’ with the hat is our father, Chester and the boys are my brothers Kevin and Mitchell. When we started coming up to Truro in the early 60’s we’d pitch a tent at Horton’s Campground, something that my mother just loved. Fortunately, our family became friends with some of the other camping families who had made Truro’s acquaintance long before our first visit. They showed us around the area; particularly The Jobi Shop, Highland Light, Longnook and the Highland House. As I recall, the Highland house was still operating in the early 60’s with dancing and a bar on the first floor. The camping parents frequented the place leaving us kids to get into our own mischief – my introduction to ‘Nassau Nasties’.
I also recall driving from Providence (my RISD time) to Truro in January or February in the 70’s with my girlfriend and my surfboard with the intention on catching some winter waves. Turns out that the waves were just too gnarly. Somehow the car keys got locked in the trunk and I had to knock on the door of several homes, while wearing my wetsuit, before someone opened their door and gave me a coat hanger to unlock the car.
Bonnie and I will really miss seeing you folks and not being on the Cape this year. Ah well.