Land of Pilgrims and motels

‘’I think of the Pilgrims whenever I walk to these emerald-green marshes at the end of town (Provincetown}….If I have a drink in me, I begin to laugh, because across from the plaque to the Pilgrims {whose first stop in America was at what was to become Provincetown}, not fifty yards away, there where the United States began, stands the entrance to a huge motel….Its asphalt parking is as large as a football field. Pay homage to the Pilgrims.’’

-- From Norman Mailer’s novel Tough Guys Don’t Dance