CapeCodToday.com – On this day in 1921, as described by Donald G. Trayser in “Cape Cod Historical Almanac” –

A mysterious zinc container found at the Sagamore end of the Cape Cod Canal a few days ago according to the Yarmouth Register in 1921 has federal revenuers investigating.

Captain Arron Barnes of the Atlantic Coastwise Transportation coal barge Camden, bound through the canal to Boston, spied the container, put out in a small boat and hauled it ashore.

It was full of bottled medicines, and since Captain Barnes couldn’t figure out what the stuff was, he sent up to the village, and druggist Harry D. Pratt came down. The find proved to be drugs: 65 bottles of sulfate of morphine, 15 bottles of cocaine, and a large quantity of acetate of morphine, altogether valued at about $15,000. Internal Revenue officers are trying to trace ownership, according to the story.

$15,000 in 1921 is the equivalent of $200,000 today.

Well, well, well. Maybe the drug “epidemic” we hear about constantly isn’t quite the new phenomenon we think it is. Could it be that drugs have been plaguing society since their inception?

Look, I’m not trying to minimize the problems addiction causes. It is very serious and can ruin lives and tear apart families. All I’m saying is that it might not be any worse now than it’s always been. Think about this for a second, before the internet, would you hear about a heroin overdose two towns away? No.

Nowadays we get inundated with bad news. Sure an informed and educated public is definitely more progressive and I dare say more compassionate, but let’s not mistake the fact that we hear about all this bad news in every little detail for the impending doom of society.

People have been using and abusing drugs for hundreds of years, it just wasn’t in our Facebook feeds on our smart phones until a few years ago. Today if you live in Harwich and somebody OD’s in Bourne, you hear about it instantly and from four different sources. 10 years ago you would have no idea it even happened.

So the next time you are feeling like Cape Cod has gone to shit, remember, this epidemic and the overall decay of society didn’t just start happening a few years ago, the internet did. Things are actually getting better, not worse. We are getting so bombarded with bad news that it just feels that way sometimes.

Dear TRC & GG

I unexpectedly spent the night at a guy’s house this weekend. I woke up later than expected and literally had to run out the door to meet my family in time for my sisters birthday brunch. I had no choice other than to show up in the clothes I had left the house in the night before and my family immediately noticed and made me feel awful.

How would you suggest I avoid this in the future?

Dear Whore,

Well for starters I’d suggest that you stop going home with rando’s from the bar – haven’t you ever heard of that saying “no one is going to buy the whole cow if they’re getting the milk for free”? Or some shit like that. I don’t know, I’m not a huge milk person seeing as how it’s used to fatten calf’s, but whatever you get the point.

I do sympathize, however, with the occasional surprise sleep over. I couldn’t tell you how many times I woke up on my best friend’s couch (usually with a McChicken), and nothing makes you feel like more of a trash bag then pairing heels with sweatpants, amiright?

So how do I get around this now? I always have an extra change of clothes in my trunk/purse. Dresses take up little to no room, so I’ll fold one up and toss it in my purse with a pair of fold-a-flats. BOOM. Instantly ready and de-whored for family brunch.

You’re welcome,

GG

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Dear Hoey Hoenstein,

This is pretty simple actually. Next time your family has a get together before 3 p.m. on a weekend, show up handcuffed to a broken bed post with one broken heel, a prescription bottle on a chain around your neck and a Something About Mary jizzed up hairdo. Sit down, order a scotch, neat, and then calmly ask them what the FUCK they are all looking at.

For those of you not familiar with the saga, the story of this memorial to a dead Wellfleet teen can be found HERE…  HERE and HERE.

It is not clear what the intentions of the Dept. of Transportation are, but they are on the scene now with equipment and they are surveying the area where the ghost bike is. They have also cleared brush from the surrounding areas. It is truly mind boggling that after all the letters and petitions they still can’t leave the bike alone. It is clearly not in anybody’s way and the community is not only in support of it, but it means quite a bit to them.

We are in constant contact with people close to the situation so we will keep you updated as this unfolds. I promise you this, if they remove that memorial we will go on a full frontal attack against the Mass DOT and anyone responsible for such callous decision making.

BarnstablePatriot.com – Hyannis Golf Club will be the first town golf course to have hospitality carts that sell alcoholic beverages on the course after the licensing authority’s approval March 3.

Two new regulations apply to the carts, Richard Scali, interim director of regulatory services, said. Those are that golfers can no longer bring alcohol in their golf bags or carts and that the carts cannot be in the club’s parking lot or on the road.

Oh my god the highs and the lows I can’t take it! One second I’m on top of the world planting the anti fun police flag atop the Hyannis Golf Club roof and then the next minute I’m contemplating calling for a boycott of the place.

I don’t know how to even process this article. On the one hand if you are running late, or if your tee time is before liquor stores open and you forgot to buy beer the night before you can now buy it on the course. Fantastic!

On the other hand if you are like us here at The Real Cape and you drink a beer a hole, golf just became even more insanely expensive than it already is. Shit!

Then there is the issue of the beer cart girl. No doubt she is always a welcome presence on the golf course. Nothing is more entertaining than hearing your one friend talk about how he is positive that she is totally into him. It’s always the same friend that thinks a Zachary’s girl really likes him too. Yeah bro, they aren’t pretending to like you because it’s their job or anything, you are just that charming.

On the flip side, while it’s nice to have a gal to visit with once in a while, she will always have a knack for disappearing when you need her the most. The only thing worse than running out of beer on a golf course is running out of beer on a boat. Cape Cod problem? Maybe, but a problem none the less. A problem that becomes very real when you don’t have your own stash of beer on a golf course.

I was all set to really stress about how to side on this issue, but then I thankfully remembered that I don’t give a fuck either way. I’ll just end up drinking all the beer I sneak in my bag, plus a few extra that I buy just so I can say inappropriate stuff to the beer cart girl. So for people like me it just means more beer overall.

Phew, really dodged a bullet there. If those few seconds in the middle were any indication, giving a fuck must be an awful way to go through life. I’m exhausted from doing it for like 6 seconds.

 On our way home from shooting my Over the Cliff video, we noticed these icebergs scattered along the Wellfleet Harbor in Cape Cod, Massachusetts (Wellfleet Oysters anyone?). With one battery and about 15 minutes of sunlight left, I could not pass the opportunity to get this footage. This ocean harbor is on the bayside, protected from waves, and it’s shallow edges froze over during a cold-snap (infamous “Polar Vortex”). The ice was torn by the tides, creating this beautiful iceberg mosaic in the water and on land.

Created by: Petr Hejl
notadrone.com
Music: To the Sky by Alex Louder
audiojungle.net

Seriously, this looks like a clip from Deadliest Catch. I have no doubt left in my mind that this has been the most brutal winter in the history of everything. Thank god blogging doesn’t require going outside. (or pants)