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A bygone Cape Elizabeth beach house party Debbie Isaacson former Press Herald editor and Pepperclub restaurateur Eddie Fitzpatrick and the late art critic Philip Isaacson are on the grass in front of assorted artist friends. Howard Clifford and Kenny Rosen stand behind Sharon Townsend in denim shirt at left. Pat Hardy in red pants with DeWitt Hardy behind her stand at center. Joseph Nicoletti Richard Wilson and Frederick Lynch are the men at the picnic table. Judith Sobol stands behind them and Patty Rosen is at far right. URBAN MYTH J U LY A U G U S T 2 0 1 5 8 1 FROMTOPPAULLUISE2PORTLANDENCYCLOPEDIAOFTHE60S70SAND80SFACEBOOKPAGECOURTESYDIANEHUDSON er fellows since hed managed to find a for- gotten gas pipe that had a valve on it in his studio. He went for five years paying 50 rent heat included. On any given night you could find some- where to be with something to do and some- one to do it with and the guy who seemed always to have something going on was reb- el-man Jake Sawyer. Was Jake an artist too I ask innocent- ly. Paul and Denis crack up. He was an artist all right bursts Denis a con-artist. After serving in the Army and winding up incarcerated in multiple prisons includ- ing Folsom Jake joined the Hells Angels. When he returned to the east coast he was a regular in the Old Port. Sorry not a regular more like a legend. One night Jake told me to hold the front door open and thats after he spilt beer on the dance floor Denis tells us. I swung it wide he started his motorcycle and he drove it right insideyou know a big chop- per. He drove it past the bar onto the dance floor spun around on the wet floor drove up the stairs and out the back door. Why Why not Why not. I realize there will be no way to truly fathom how these guys lived. Were that to happen in the Old Port Tavern to- day most of the police would be downtown in a heartbeat an impressive force. But then BC before craft beers It was just another night and now its just another memory. s 30-somethings Paul and De- nis lived lives entirely alien to my 20-something existence. Their weeks were filled with what they loved most their art their friends their town. And while we all strive for something like it Im not sure a life like that could ever exist again. Not unless you have the money for it. GRIMMER TALES But this is not to romanticize every aspect Above the third oor of the Mariners Churchan artists studio in the 70s and today a banquet and meeting venue. At right artist Edy Bishop and her daughter Robin who died tragically in a hit and run accident as a youngster. Left Bull Feeneys on Fore Street which was once the Seamans Club.