Overview

My love affair with the cape is much the same as a love affair with a woman who you can't stand to be around and can't stand being away from. My on again off again residency was mainly on the lower cape and most of my focus and observations will be there. Like all low pay grunt workers on the cape, I held many different jobs. Cooking, delivery, roofing, retail, fishing, painting and even some limited carpentry. I do wonder if anything I nailed together is still standing. I found that when it comes to hammers I'm much better and far more accurate at throwing them than the more traditional use. If dueling were still allowed the hammer would be my weapon of choice. A long handled roofing hammer is the most accurate.

For now I live in the sunny and warm south. You can actually go to the beach and not need a parka. Truly this is my home, but that cape is like an addiction you can't kick. Always an outsider who's thoughts and opinions didn't matter, yet someone whom many would find to be a good listener, I learned to listen well and keep my mouth shut. Not to worry, I'll divulge no personal secrets here. What I am gonna do is poke you in the eyes and kick you in the.....town by bloody town. Love me or hate me, neither matters to me. Afterall, I was just another one of those migrant service workers you underpaid and overworked in the summer and who starved in the winter. The true color of the cape is the grunt labor who are forced to live from payday to payday trying to make ends meet on the substandard wages. These are the people with heart and spirit. These people are Cape Cod. They have my empathy. The rest of you are fair game, and if you haven't figured out the tone, then duck, cause here comes the hammer...

Stand Yer Ground, Bandana