Along a major road on Cape Cod, overlooking the Bass River bridge stands this Jolly Captain. He has been there ever since I can remember. The Jolly Captain used to be a motel and as many have done in the past it became condos.
After traveling, when I see the Captain ,I know that it is not much longer before I am home. My daughter's aunt came for a visit this past summer and took this picture of the Captain. Now, in the summer time, what usually takes three minutes or so to drive by any other season, could be up to a 20 minute standstill with all the traffic.
This past month we had a bit of a storm and sadly the Captain did not fare well. While Tim was in Truro, Rich and I took a little drive to see what damage the storm did.
The poor fellow lost his head in the storm! He also took a bit of a beating.
He is such a icon along Rt. 28 that I really hope he is repaired. I would hate to see him go the way of so many memories of my childhood.
Just a mile or so down the road from the Captain used to be a motel that had a statue of a man in a black suit. This man would tip his hat as you drove by. I can't tell the excitement my sister and I used to have seeing it. That man has long disappeared and all that remains are the run down motel sitting on a barren cement slab.
Britt, in her own humor, decided to photoshop the picture and added Jack to the Captain's body. He doesn't look too happy about the situation does he?