| The place where an unlikely pair of fishermen cast their nets
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/19/00, 12:00 am
Tucked into an endless commercial strip-a Dunkin Donuts, a smattering of real estate agents, an oversaturation of T-shirt stores, and other Cape Cod artifacts-was once an unprepossessing family residence. Unlikely danger. A divine ambush.
It was 1974 by the clock, the winding down of Nam. Five years after Woodstock and four years before Jim Jones's Guyana.
That is to say, it was the last sputtering gasps of bellbottoms, of the omnipresent whiff of illegal substances, of unbounded terrible possibility.