Feeling frustrated that this is our third weekend with no bookings, no calls, no emails, no reservations, I wrote lyrics to the playful tune by Herman’s Hermits, No Milk Today, recorded in 1965. So, without further ado, time for a bit of fun, with this blast from the past:
“No rooms today, my guests all stay away
Seagull stands forlorn, empty dusk ‘til dawn
No rooms today, it seems a common sight
Recession’s passing by, must be the reason why
How could they know just what vacancy means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the silence at the inn
Behind the door where you get twin or queen
No rooms today, it wasn't always so
Summers are so gay, we're full day after day
And all that's left is a place dark and lonely
An empty house in the woods in back of town
Becomes a pain if I think of it only
Love to have you down …”
How about December 4 & 5?
The first weekend in December is turning into an event here on the Outer Cape. On Sunday, December 6, Wellfleet will be decked out with wreaths for the holidays. There’s going to be a craft fair at Preservation Hall, caroling, etc. I have even heard talk about a possible hayride. Of course, Wellfleet's deserted beaches are wonderful at low tide in winter as long as a fierce wind isn't blowing. Seagull Cottage and our Green Room are still available ….
