No, I'm not the dronist. The last storm tore up the dunes pretty good, wouldn't want to own a house overlooking this scene. Here's another of a couple of cottages that sold last fall for over $4 million; the new owner is planning to tear them down and replace them with a couple of new ones.
The Cape has become a slum for people with too much money and too little sense, erecting McMansions that they live in just in the summer. The level of arrogance and elitism is stunning. A lobster fisherman friend was sued a few years ago by a newly-arrived neighbor for having lobster traps stored in his back yard overwinter. His family goes back to the Wampanoag tribe and early colonial settlers. Housing for working folks is difficult to find and very expensive. And the new folks' kids don't want the jobs in the local markets even though they pay $12-16/hour. Arrgh, back in the '60s it wasn't like this.
I miss Cape Cod and all the history of that area. We lived in Weymouth for quite a fee years when I was younger. At that time, there was a train that ran from Braintree to Boston. Could take a bus from Weymouth to Braintree, then on to Boston and Fenway Park. Not sure if you can still do that now days or if a person would even want to.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
This is shot at our local Disc Golf course during last year's PA state championship. The guy throwing on here the most is a touring pro that showed up. Nikko could throw far, but it hurt him on this course that demands pinpoint accuracy. Next year, the Amateur World Championships is held in York County and will include rounds on this course, about 5 minutes from where I work. BTW, I'm in the vid, but I won't say who.
And a local tradition:
Intelligence is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
Oh sure. Show something like that. And here I am stuck in the monsoon area. It was sunny here today. I took the day off. It becomes a holiday, the first nice day of the year.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
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The Cape has become a slum for people with too much money and too little sense, erecting McMansions that they live in just in the summer. The level of arrogance and elitism is stunning. A lobster fisherman friend was sued a few years ago by a newly-arrived neighbor for having lobster traps stored in his back yard overwinter. His family goes back to the Wampanoag tribe and early colonial settlers. Housing for working folks is difficult to find and very expensive. And the new folks' kids don't want the jobs in the local markets even though they pay $12-16/hour. Arrgh, back in the '60s it wasn't like this.
Not sure if you can still do that now days or if a person would even want to.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
And a local tradition:
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
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It was sunny here today. I took the day off. It becomes a holiday, the first nice day of the year.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.