Old Cape Cod... (Redux) with apologies to Patti Page
 

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ok karl u win ....its not the same ....old cape cod.... not like the 60s n70s... even the 80s its ashame....oldcapecrowd....

was on the cape before national seashore,new rt 6 and all the other things that have taken place.used to go little traffic,now its a nightmare.

Send some of those crowds to the ghost town once known as Buzzards Bay. They might as well re-name Main Street Deadsville.

As far as traffic goes, am I the only one who remembers when it took almost 2 hours to drive from the Bourne Bridge to the Elks in Wareham on a Sunday evening in summer? Before 25 was finished all the way to the bridge.

The Lower Cape is just experiencing what we've always known around here.

Take a rainy weekday and 132 would be backed up from the mall to Rte 6. That was always the case since they built the mall.

Ya, Karl memories, riding the lenght of 6A in the 70's and maybe seeing 10 cars. :) The "feeling" is gone. :(

In fact the last time i stopped at my favorite place in Brewster last year for a lobster roll,
the place was sold to a guy from NY City.

I was lucky to attend CCCC in '74-75. Sea Gull Beach was my college playground (caught a few fish too).

I remember those days. Gawd they were entertaining , fights in the road, guys throwing beers at each other, ramming each other. It was great!! My record long trip to CLinton is 8 hours, I do it in 2 1/2 now.

Need a verse about drugs, section 8 and gangs

Karl we have to get you on the sand QUICK !!!!:bounce:

I'm waiting to hear from Scott on this one. How true it is.:jester:

It's tough to decide where to post, here or in the Crime In Cape Cod thread, either way it's a depressing reality for me. I've been fortunate to have the use of property in W. Dennis that's been in the family since the late 1860's. My mother's about as tried and true a Cape Codder as I've ever known (deep, deep roots), my father thinks he is and could easily pass any test proving one's love, devotion and knowledge of the Cape. There's never been a year that I didn't spend Thanksgiving, spring break, my entire summer or most of my vacation time there. There was never any question that my folks would retire there as I someday hope to, in part because they constantly share their experiences growing up on the Cape, in part because I have my own likes and memories, and it's like a lure saying, "Why would you want to be anywhere else?". My father also keeps his slide and 8mm movie projectors in working order, in addition to an extensive collection of pictures, articles and other print memorabelia, we've been known to go from dusk til almost dawn keeping Old Cape Cod alive while he recollects each scene in vivid detail. But I've noticed more often when we talk, there's mention of a robbery, drug bust or murder, or other violent crime that occurred that never entered our conversations previously, certainly not as close to them as happens now. I honestly fear that in trying to live their simple, retired life on a fixed income, enjoying what's left of their Cape Cod, they will unintentionally and unexpectedly cross paths with the growing menace. I just don't know what that trend holds for my wife and me.

You can add tick-borne diseases, courtesy of the Bambi-lovers responsible for deer overpopulations, to the list.

My wife is being treated in CCH for one as we speak. The saving grace is that the Cape is the epicenter for this particular infection, and Malpractice Memorial is probably the best equipped place in the US to treat it.

Malpractice Memorial and that comes from an attorney, uh oh!

Karl judging by what everybody else said well-done so-far, but its a few verses short.

Exactly. In the late 50's, through the 60's and into the 70's winter was dead (I remember going into Flemings donuts in Orleans and the woman there had 6 donuts, one pot of coffee and no heat on on a Sunday while we were ice fishing. She didn't sell all the other donuts, she only had six to begin with! but I digress)

Summer had traffic jams. Overcast July day trying to cross the Bass River Bridge was just as crowded then as now. Same with P-Town traffic. Or Hyannis before the mall. Coming from Worcester to the Cape was an experience. Get of Rt. 140 In New Bedford (pre 195 and 495 to 25 days) and sit in traffic on a Saturday for 2 hours to cover the distance to the Bridges. Always been busy in Summer.

Used to wait for high tide to jump Bass River Bridge on the Dennis side,and show off for the folks caught in traffic. Ya can't anymore and there's so much broken glass and trash where you'd climb out it just wouldn't be worth the injury. We stay in a place right on 28. At night it used to be the traffic going by just sort of made a woosh sound and there was this man hole cover I'd wait for the wheels and make a thump, thump noise. It would put me right to sleep. Now, I lie awake to the sound of loud mororcycles and trucks and loud music blaring. That's a noticeable change.
You guys talking about how far you could drive without seeing another car reminded me of a story my dad inevitably tells. He was stationed at the Air Force Station in N. Truro around 1952. My mom's parents lived in W. Dennis across from what is now Marathon. He'd worked a second shift and there was a truck taking some guys back to Otis so he decided he'd catch a ride part way and hitchhike to his in-laws since he was off the next day. He got dropped off around Orleans and hitched a ride to just over the Harwich border. He ended up hoofing it all the rest of the way to West Dennis without a car going by and he said he'd never imagined night could be so dark. Very few lights on the way, no people, no dogs barking. He gets to his in-laws knowing they don't lock their door, goes upstairs and climbs in bed. They didn't even know he was there until he got up the next day. Living right on Rt 28 and didn't lock their door at night. Who'd a thunk it!