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Back in the s, as to where I spent the most time, outside of the bars our band played music in, it was. The Del Rio had the best Greek salads with this special sauce I cannot forget. We sat around there. And they sometimes had jazz. Yet I did check in at the Town Bar and the Flame Bar, both gay bars, from time to time, and went there with friends, just to sample a different environment for a change.

Also, as young musicians about town, we went to many bars, but also to the two main gay bars we knew of, the Town Bar at E. Huron, and then downtown on W. Although we sometimes went to either of these gay bars, it was the Town Bar that I would visit most often. Why go there if we were not gay. Well, it was not that I had no friends at these bars.

One of my band members, my keyboard player was gay, whose room was just across the hall from mine in the Prime Mover House at N. He was one of my oldest and closest friends. We lived together in that house, along with other band members, for like seven years. So, I had gay friends.

And, years before that, I had worked for quite some time at the UofM Graduate library, first down the back drive in the postal cage, shipping and receiving goods for the library, but later working in the stacks shelving books, and later still I scoured the stacks for damaged books and papers and saw that they were put in envelopes and labeled correctly.

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There was a wonderful man named Bill Whitney, who worked as a book binder and such at the library. It was to him I would bring my damaged materials. He was a great person to converse with, a friend and almost a father figure. And in the graduate library, it seemed there were plenty of gay men there, some of them our bosses. And these library folks went to these gay bars in downtown Ann Arbor regularly, in particular the Town Bar, so if we went there, we probably knew someone, because we worked at the library together.

And I went there probably because the atmosphere was lighter, and sometimes more fun, and just for a change. The whole gay scene was somehow exotic, and it was OK if they flirted with us. Gay men, at least in my experience, were often aesthetes. They love literature, poetry, and music, and seemed just a skip and a jump from the Beat movement that had been fading out.

And they liked to talk about it. And so did we. As for the origin of the Ann Arbors gay scene I do not know much about that. And behind that wall was a really great grassy patch, and a bunch of aspiring folk guitarists, and I was one, would sit and practice playing folk music on the lawn.