Word: caped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Nobody goes to the Cape in the winter." The phrase haunts you as you speed down the Southeast Expressway, past the three-deckered homes of South Boston, past the innumerable suburbs. You didn't go skiing and the New York trip some-how fizzled out and you just can't bear Cambridge for one more day; so on a whim you try the Cape--sand dunes covered with snow, tufts of tall, yellow grass peeking out of the white cover--that kind of thing. And you find yourself driving over the canal, anxious for your first look at wintry Cape...
...Cape Highway, the land is low, sparsely covered with sickly shrubs, the snow peeled away by efficient state workers. If you had taken the scenic route, you would have seen the familiar clapboard houses, the mansions, the frozen sand dunes, the cranberry bogs frosted with icy time...
...little town is dark now, and even more quiet. You stop for coffee at the Wharf Diner. Fishermen. Parkas. heavy shoes. Army water-repellent coats. Bacon and eggs, Charlie. You boys from Boston? A young man strikes up a conversation. Now, there's nothing to do on the Cape in the winter. I mean, I like it, it's pretty and all that, but not for a single guy, ya know what I mean? It's really dead here now. Signs advertising Beach Plum jelly (a Cape Cod speciality). Outside the town is pitch black, the old. Cape houses warm...
...supposed to be just a quick visit. But the Roman holiday was such fun that Jacqueline Kennedy stayed on for nearly a week, fox hunting in the nearby countryside, shopping at the high-fashion house of Princess Irene Galitzine, and visiting some of her other noble friends. In a cape and a white chiffon gown, she attended a dinner party at the 15th century palazzo of Prince Aspreno Colonna, next day bought toys for Caroline and John-John. Flying back to Switzerland to rejoin the family ski outing at Gstaad, Jackie took some other special gifts: a rosary and Vatican...
Stuart Hughes, announcing his candidacy for the Senate in Massachusetts in 1962, attacked "the deadening similarity of the two major parties" and declared it time for "a new kind of politics in America." When I talked with him on the Cape that summer, he said he expected this would be the beginning of a nationwide third party dedicated to peace. The apparent response to his candidacy and, to similar candidacies in other states gave the radical left a few moments of genuine hope