Ya...My memories go back to spending from April till September on the Cape in Eastham in Sunset Village near 1st Ecounter Beach for roughly 20years..Watching the bombing of the Target Ship(USS LONGFELLOW)..Sometimes even during the day..Remember sailing on the sunfish out there and they would do a few fly over to let you know you better get the hell out of there..Walking out at low tide to go swimming getting your feet bit by crabs..lol..Spending nights on the beach at a fire with friends..Catching my 1st Striper at the herring run..Ahh the memories...My wish is to end up back there but I'm afraid it is just a wish

Hey Slip, Would that be The Red Cottage Store (Also owned under the name Gordon's at one time)???

I grew up across the street from there, rode my bike to Harney's, Highbank Bridge, the train bridge that crosses Bass River that you can see from Route 6. Good times...

I was born on the Cape, and aside from an enlistment in the Army where I was station at Schofield Barracks in Hawaii, I have stayed put.

Though not without it's challenges, I still think the Cape is a better place to live than many others, though I believe our public schools are in serious trouble, but another topic for another time.

Locally, I'd like to live on the Vineyard. Almost took a job there in 1996, and I wonder how things would be if I had taken it.

In wintertime, I dream of snook fishing the mangroves around Sanibel and Captiva, and if I had the approval of the Admiral, I might look into making that happen, but for now, the Cape is home and always will be.

Ya Hooper, that's the place. Your memory is alot better than mine.
Bass river bridge, I remember fishing off that many times as a kid. Can you still do that? :huh:

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Your younger than me, but we must have passed each other in the night somewhere. Spent a lot of time on Monomoy at Hanley's cottage, and all over the lower Cape. Surfing my ass off, and chasing the opposite sex. Used to sell beach plums to Macreed's as a kid. Used to run from Cook's Brook Beach all the way through Thumpertown up to First Encounter back then. Thumb to Coast Guard Beach with my 9' G & S surfboard and actually get rides.

Yup, there was a hub-bub a few years back when some state highway hack took it upon himself to post signs on the bridge that read "No Fishing Allowed". They're still there but they have been mangled and vandalized, and the fishing continues, as it should.

Lee at Riverview tried his best to find out where the directive came from to put the signs up and I don't know that he was able to learn anything more than one guy decided to post those signs one day.

That's all I gonna say about that.

Like many others, I'm not a Capee, but have been fortunate to stay in a house that's been in the family in West Dennis. I bet many of you have probably driven by without noticing it, but it's been there since the late 1800's. Right on 28, one house back from the bridge. Electricity and plumbing were added a long, long time ago and haven't seen much improvement since. The bathroom has only an old tub, but we put an outdoor shower in about 20 years ago. There's nothing like that musty smell when we open it each year. That was home base for me from the day after school got out until Labor Day from 1958 until about 82, but I've managed to spend time there every summer of my life. Slipknot and Hooper bring back memories I have often of the area. The Red Cottage was where we'd stop for a cold drink when I drove a garbage truck for AH Crowell for a number of summers. I also remember cold Mountain Dews at Hamlin's garage after Red Wilson's Recreation program at John Simpkins, Cheap Beer nite at the Improper (with Jimmy Plunkit), riding in my grandfather's lapstrake Lyman to get rockweed for family clambakes on Bass River, Bottomly's Doughnuts, my first job ever was as one of the first miniature golf pros at Merry Mill around age 10. There were two other penny candy places we'd go to. One was across Fisk Street from Hojo's the other was in the barn a couple houses down from Christmas Tree. My grandfather owned a part of Big Simmons Pond in S. Dennis where my dad would take us to fish for perch and throw in a bar of Ivory so we could take our bath. I am proud to say I have Pilgrim blood in my lineage. My mother's family is from West Dennis and Truro. A distant cousin, Cap Paine was once "Station Keeper" at Highland and also Cuttyhunk and I always stop at his grave at that cemetary on 6 in Truro. My grandfather and now father have always had a keen interest in Cape history, which hearing them lecture about never bored us. I'm 50 now and he started his filming long before I was born, so the old 8 and super 8mm films are just an added plus (when the projector's working). It's astounding, to say the least, to see how Provincetown has changed over the years, or should I say evolved. I know you can never go home again, and it will never be like it was but still the Cape holds some allure for me that keeps me coming back and hopefully some time it will be permanent.