New Provincetown Town Manager Rejects Job After His Husband Visits Provincetown

WL – Richard Reinhard has declined the Provincetown town manager position after several rounds of contract negotiations.

Reinhard informed the selectmen by phone and email Tuesday night that he is withdrawing from consideration for the job, citing Provincetown’s high cost of living and a lack of year-round career opportunities for his family.

“In visiting Provincetown, I developed a better understanding that the town’s resources would not allow me to be compensated in a way that I had anticipated. I also became acutely aware of the high housing prices in the town,” Reinhard wrote in an email addressed to the selectmen, obtained by the Banner.

The maximum salary for the town manager position was cut from $149,000 to $120,000 by Provincetown voters at the 2014 Annual Town Meeting.

“In the end, I think it was the housing issues and the opportunities for his family. I’m not sure the salary was even preeminent anymore.”

Reinhard’s husband, who works for a housing agency in Maryland, made his first trip to Provincetown over the weekend to beginning looking for housing.

However, Provincetown’s expensive real estate market quickly disillusioned Reinhard and his husband to the prospect of relocating, according to multiple sources.

You don’t have to be a genius to read between the lines and see what really happened here. It’s quite obvious who wears the pants in the Reinhard marriage. Save the soliloquy about how expensive P-Town is Richard. The application process for town manager is a long one, you had plenty of time to look into the cost of living. We can all plainly see that what really happened is your husband got into town, came face to face with the reality of Provincetown in the off season, and was like “Uh uh, heeelllll no!” We see who the boss is, no need to make up stories about housing costs.

You have to feel for the guy though, we all get dominated by our spouses sometimes. It’s just a little more embarrassing after you’ve accepted a powerful public job, you’re already in contract negotiations, and then along comes the hubby grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and dragging you back to Maryland with your tail between your legs at the last minute. The next thing you know the story is all over the internet and your status as the exclusive bottom is exposed to the world. (not that there’s anything wrong with that)