This is my valentine to Provincetown, I suppose. I call it the “Love Wall,” and it sits across from Angel Foods, right next to the Provincetown Art Museum. For years, whenever I have come to walk the streets of Provincetown, I have always come to this wall and seen an homage to love, a mysterious poster about love without any event or ad attached to it. I don’t know who puts up these posters or why, but they always are faded and torn and always touch me. They evoke the passionate spirit that powered Provincetown for years artistically and still does. Like everyplace else, Provincetown has change.

I could never afford to buy a condo or bungalow up there now and hole up for a year to write my great novel. But it is a wonderful place to be in love, and to walk and dream and take the deep breaths of life, love, art and history.