Without getting too graphic, could you describe what happened to P’town that made your father-in-law cry?
Bars and cafes full of homos who feel no compunction about acting outrageously "queen"-y in public because they are in control. Transvestites. Lesbians in full butch dyke regalia.
Utterly repulsive.
He remembered a quaint fishing town with charming homes and shops. The homos had turned it into a physical representation of their garish, puerile imaginations.