Cape Cod
On a rainy afternoon at the restaurant, I waited on a family of four, and they were all wearing jackets and T-shirts that said CAPE COD across the chest. The two brothers had close-cropped haircuts and prominent cheekbones. They looked like twins but aren’t. The mother had pale skin and poofy dark hair. I do not recall what the father looked like, but, together, they were the picture of a smart yet unpretentious family. I asked them if they planned to visit Cape Cod after their stop in Acadia National Park. The mother explained they vacationed on the Cape every year, but this time they decided to spend a week in Maine and the rest in their usual haunt. To fill the silence and try my hand at pleasant small-talk, I half-heartedly mentioned my curiosity to check out Cape Cod, so long as my schedule allowed, especially considering that I have only two days off and the fact that Cape Cod is at least a seven-hour drive from where I live on Mount...