Post by Grubb.
If you imagine the birds eye view of Cape Cod as an arm bent at the elbow with South Beach at the bottom and Provincetown inside the curved fingers of the fist at the top, it looks like the long thin islet could easily disappear under the swell of a tsunami. But driving the embowered roads, it’s hard to imagine being swept away by water, much less think of encountering a community. Signage is practically nonexistent; billboards are not allowed. No Las Vegas getaway style here. Years ago I spent a weekend at a lordly estate in Red Bank, New Jersey owned by the parents of a friend of mine. I noticed an anomalous beat up station wagon at the end of the crunched seashell semicircular driveway. I was told, that to distinguish themselves from the gaucheries of the nouveau riche, old money, “Didn’t call attention to itself.”