One hot July morning in 1971, at Fire Island Pines, N.Y., I was introduced to Joel Schumacher.
Last year, when I interviewed Miss Piggy, the experience was on par to talking to a cross-dressing headliner on Fire Island.
Unfortunately, Jeffrey was not there and all the gays were in Fire Island for the weekend.
Two hours later Fire Island sank beneath the horizon, and we were alone on the sea.
This was the Atlantic pounding the sandy shore of Fire Island.
I'd rather stay outside here and slip in through Fire Island Inlet.
Remember how many we counted there that day we went over to Fire Island, Nel?
When the steamship sighted the boat off Fire Island, her course was changed to make a lee for the boat's yawl.
When the booms were full, they took them to Fire Island, emptied the logs out into the big pocket, and came back for more.
We were coming along past Fire Island, and the night was pretty thick.