CAPE ENDGAME Ocean waters on three sides begrudge a narrow table to thirsty revelers, their indebted suppliers and the cynical few who capitalize and retire somewhere else. Thus, it is forbidden to speak of saline intrusion, effluent seepage, inflated property values or a building moratorium, because, we all need money, every living one of us for as long as the beauty may sell. Then to say out loud by letters to an editor that something is wrong here, these children deserve better than progressive ecocide, might be just enough to win a new home at the bottom of the Bay.

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