Patrick Casey

Hey all! I guess the first thing that should be addressed is the question of sexual orientation. Many of you wondered, thought, were sure or whatever, that I was Gay. Back in those days, I wondered the same thing about me. In all honesty, I either really didn't know, or couldn't face it myself. The accusation was enough for me. In those days, I lacked the inner strength to delve to deeply into myself. Let's face it, it was a different world back then. Well it took a 13 year marrage before I could face the truth. My inability to be honest with myself and others regarding this issue caused not only me, but so many others, much pain and sorrow and for that I will be forever sorry, but "coming out" wasn't even a considered option back then. I finally did make it out of the closet at the age of 32 (hey, I'm a late bloomer) and have found that honesty really IS the best policy. So the answer is, yes. I am gay.

Politically, I have remained active and liberal. I have worked on many issue campaigns mostly having to do with civil rights issues and eventually, in my late 40's, worked on a campaign for a Congressional candidate. I also worked for the U.S. House of Representatives after that candidate was elected, serving as a Congressional Aide doing constituent services.

Professionally, other than the stint in politics, I have spent most of my career working in a wide variety of retail environments, but also started a small house painting business while living on Cape Cod (who knew I could be so butch? lol)

Geographically, I have lived all over this wonderful country of ours. I left Oxnard/Ventura for San Diego then it was on to Murray, Kearns, West Valley City and Salt Lake City, UT. Then off to Denver, CO. After leaving the Congressional gig it was on to my dream location: Provincetown, MA. located on the outer-most tip of Cape Cod. Finally, realizing that a short-seasoned resort community was way too expensive to actually live in, I moved to Las Vegas. I am back in retail working in the casino/resort arena.

A rocky start at HHS: It was Serf Day, my Freshman year and I was "bought" by some guys who had known my oldest brother, Robert, who had been co-Drum Major in the Band the year before. I was ordered on to the Senior Patio (remember how forbidden that was?)and was down on my knees bowing to friends of my "owners" when I suddenly found myself in flight! A couple of seniors had picked me up and thrown me over the brick wall where I landed in the soaking wet grass flat on my back. Humiliated and drenched, I went home to change, but returned to finish the day and my stint as a serf. If nothing else I had school spirit!