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Cool evenings and warm sunny days, work all day and take a lazy afternoon to relax at the beach, now this is what I call Cape Cod living. I don't live in the high rent district, I have neighbors that know each other, (ok we know each others pooches names better than the owners names but still.) Family coming to visit, and even as much as you love them you are also happy to see them go home.
This is much like a true version of the "Eskimoes-have-200-words-for-snow" myth. Bourne residents are fully aware of at least 200 different styles of traffic, maybe more... I'm a washashore, and I learn a new one every day.
Why, just in the last few dozen months, I have been stuck in:
- Morning commute traffic
- Afternoon drive traffic
I lost a longtime friend this week. He’s been a friend since my youth. For years, he made me laugh just at the right time. He brought me comfort during my sometimes awkward teenage years, and showed me that it’s okay to be unique, eccentric, spastic, and all those other tags and labels that were stamped on me with and without my permission in my younger years. They say he died from his own hand, butI believe he was murdered, killed by two sinister and insidious cousins, both ruthless serial killers.
Plans for a pirate museum in Hyannis fall through, Barnstable Public School officials are gearing up for the upcoming school year, and Cape Cod Community College faculty are helping students save money on text books. These stories and more on this episode of Barnstable Today.
We got ourselves a look at the current evacuation zone and hurricane inundation maps for Bourne, and the results are quite frightening. The Cape Cod Emergency Traffic Plan isn't exactly comforting, either.
Today, we take you to Chatham for the 40th annual Cape Cod Lifesaving Competition. Barnstable came in first place in its division. Ten teams from across Cape Cod compete in sixteen challenging events.
I got to know Troy this week, and what I saw was a disappointment. This once-great pillar of strength and vitality has withered and declined. No, this is not a column about self-discovery and self-awareness; I actually traveled to Troy, New York, this week and saw the remnants of what was once one of the most prosperous and vibrant cities in the United States.