I love Cape Cod! If you've never been there, it is a beautiful wonderful place. Fantastic old homes, and properties, lovely revolution-era stone walls, bays and ocean beaches, par excellence, lobster dinners and fabulous pancakes with blueberris and native cranberries. The first time I went to Cape Cod I saw Dizzy Gillespie at Pronvincetown Hall in a great jazz performance with a smoking band including the late great Sam Rivers.
The Cape is class, right?
Well, . . . sometimes and in some places. A couple of stories from the Cape Cod Times have me wondering. Fisrt there was the story of the drug informant, John Yarrington of Falmouth who was hired by the narcotics police and then fired within a couple of hours because instead of actually buying the drugs to enable a bust, he bought the drugs for personal use. Instead of being a drug informant, Mr. Yarrington apparently envisioned himself as more of a secret shopper sampling the wares.
And then there is the report of the newly wed Hyannis couple. The account in the Cape Cod Times has the lovely blushing bride trying to demonically kill her new husbands ex- by running her down. The drunken groom in the passenger seat was charged with disorderly conduct.
The mean streets of Cape Cod.