Since I am rapidly approaching that "certain age" my wife and I started a few years ago looking for our version of heaven. Well, we looked from Florida to Main and almost immediately concluded that we should have our eyes fixed northward and not southward. We like to fish, shellfish, boats, walk on the beach and a whole host of outdoor activities. My wife shares my likes to varying degrees. We currently live in the northern part of the not-so great state of mind called New Jersey. I can reach Sandy Hood easily, and, in fact, I can reach anywhere in the state within two hours. But would I like to stay here? Not a chance!! When anything of consequence is running at the Hook -or anywhere else for that matter - the water is wall-to-wall boats that defies imagination. The only thing that relieves this discourging picture are the 4 oz. sinkers that sometime appear in the air heading for some offender, real or imagined. Fishing from shore is just as depressing, I don't speak Spainish nor do
I tolerate very well the 100 boom boxes blaring out a thousand different rap or salsa tunes. At such times I'm torn between letting off a few clips from my Uzi to accurately express my displeasure, or call the INS. (Where's a cop when you want one, huh?) Stay in this area - na!- not a chance!! Well, to make a long story short, we finally settled on a place that appears to be as close to heaven as we think we'll ever get. Where, you ask? You guessed it. The Cape. Or more specific, Harwich. Maybe to all of you the Cape is getting overcrowded, and with an ever-increasing contingent of yahoos, but to my wife and I, its just what the doctor ordered. The only depressing thought is that we will be adding to the very condition we want to leave behind. Oh well. Up to now I've just been reading the fascinating banter going on, and remainig silent as I really can't contribute anything of substance. But rest assured when that great day occurs and I too can cast my fly at dawn to those giant stri
pers and ravenous monster blues whenever the mood so moves me, no matter how small they really are, I'll be offering my comments. Aaaaaah, the anticipation of it all......if I expire before I make my move, boy, will I be pissed!! In closing, let me say neither my wife nor I speak "New Yawk", or "Joisey". We're not originally from around here, thank you. Til then, caio.