C I V I L M A R R I A G E I S A C I V I L R I G H T.
A N D N O W I T ' S T H E L A W O F T H E L A N D.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Classic Shacks: The Greenbrier
No, that's not where I was this weekend, but I thought you fellas might enjoy this short film about the legendary resort in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, from 1948 - when there was still a bit of glamour to the upper reaches of society. Now they're just as vulgar as anyone else, if you can believe the tabloids and TV shows.
For an update, here's a quick look at the renovated Greenbrier today, where the emphasis is on catering to the hoi polloi, quite a different tone from 1948:
In case you doubt me, their website shows you can get three nights there for about 500 bucks, and a steak dinner will set you back only $40. Not the Econolodge, but within range of most middle-class folks for a special trip. Of course, all their advertising shows straight couples - don't you think it's time some of us queered the place?
I'm sorry Russ, I've already booked my holiday for this year, (California - oops) otherwise I'd go with you to enjoy the sights. We could meet up in Castro. ;)
I was struck by the difference in presentations: the modern version is all short flash shots jumping from scene to scene - the new way to convey "fun" I guess.
And somehow the resort went from the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains to the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains?????
Probably not a place where I would feel very comfortable, unless someone else was picking up the tab....
Frank - Doesn't the Blue Ridge run into the Alleghanies somewhere up there? And then on into the Catskills and Peekskills and Fishkills or something? This flatlander can't keep all that straight, but they're all jam up to one another aren't they?
Tim - You're no better than me, son, if you think San Francisco is on the route from TX to WV. Grin.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
.
We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
and welcome to the Blue Truck, a blog for mature gay men with news and views on gay rights, history, art, humor, and whatever comes to mind. Plus a few hot men. The truck's all washed and gassed up, so hop in buddy, let's go.
CAUTION: For mature gay men only beyond this point. Some posts and links may not be suitable for children or the unco guid. You have been warned.
Insert valid picture ID with date of birth now, or click here.
My Story
click photograph to read
Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
5 comments:
I'm sorry Russ, I've already booked my holiday for this year, (California - oops) otherwise I'd go with you to enjoy the sights. We could meet up in Castro. ;)
I was struck by the difference in presentations: the modern version is all short flash shots jumping from scene to scene - the new way to convey "fun" I guess.
And somehow the resort went from the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains to the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains?????
Probably not a place where I would feel very comfortable, unless someone else was picking up the tab....
Frank - Doesn't the Blue Ridge run into the Alleghanies somewhere up there? And then on into the Catskills and Peekskills and Fishkills or something? This flatlander can't keep all that straight, but they're all jam up to one another aren't they?
Tim - You're no better than me, son, if you think San Francisco is on the route from TX to WV. Grin.
I knew I should have taken that left turn at Alberquerque.
LOL Tim.
Post a Comment