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Jingle(s) All the Way

Author’s Note: In my research to answer a family question (e.g., settle a debate) about former Thompson’s Clam Bar located in Wychmere Harbor, Harwichport, MA, I came across this 2010 article about “warm memories of local television and radio ad jingles and slogans from yesteryear.” My mind immediately went back in time to connect the “then” of the article to the “now” of one of the finer points, those classic radio ad jingles. (And yes, I found the answer to the question/debate; Thompson’s Clam Bar served over 2,000 meals a day!)

Apparently my internal alarm clock is set to the radio frequency range of Ocean 104.7-Crafted for the Cape, a radio station that covers Cape Cod. The radio station begins to come in around Exit 4 on I-495 and Exit 18 on I-195 and my brain seemingly knew to change the channel during two recent drives. If you have not yet had the pleasure of a leisurely drive on Route 28 or 6A (without traffic) listening to this station, especially through the neighborhoods dotted with charming sea captains homes in Brewster along 6A, you should give it a try. Pandora, Sirius, and Podcasts can wait.

The music ranges from Frank Sinatra to the Beach Boys to the Grateful Dead to the Doobie Brothers, with a mix of helpful updates – weather and traffic – and local news, such as events and happenings. The radio station jockeys are a positive bunch. Even when reporting something not-so-good, they always seem to add a positive twist. For example, if there is rain in the forecast, they would say, “That [rain] will help keep those lawns green,” or, “it’s going to be more of a “shopper” than a “beacher.” Hard not to appreciate the change in attitude – potentially due to the change in latitude, right Jimmy? (Couldn’t resist.)

But what sets this radio station apart from others, is that many of their advertisers proudly market to the masses with delightful radio ad jingles. That’s right, the often corny, seldom funny and mostly adorable greatest generation-era jingles, are sprinkled throughout the daily programming. I can’t recall ever looking forward to a commercial, but turns out I rarely change the channel for the chance to catch one of these rare gems. As a creative soul, I have to give these businesses a shout-out for taking a chance and “jingling all the way!”

Here are a few favorite radio ad jingles to be on the look-out for…and another to take you back to yesteryear. You may even want to save some of these links when you need a happiness pick-me-up! Go:

Barbo’s Furniture

If you like the flute, this jingles for you! On a side note, our family cottage was furnished with Barbo’s furniture for the better part of two decades. And we still have/use all of the furniture!

“Barbo’s….Barbo’s….for furniture you will live with….happily ever after!”

Bobby Byrne’s Restaurant and Pub

In this day and age, the fact that this establishment encourages talking in their ad is refreshing! Put down your phones, kids and adults, time to have a conversation again!

“Everbody’s eating, and drinking, and talking at Bobby Bryne’s!”

Cape and Island Glass

This is a “harder” take on a classic radio ad jingle (scroll down to the last song), though they are dealing with glass after all. The jingle is oddly catchy thanks to Dave Reed’s voice, and certainly memorable for the beats:

“Glass…Cape and Islands Glass…1-800-540-7742…that’s glass…Cape and Islands Glass…if you need glass…”

Casual Designs

While this jingle may make you think twice about how your home is furnished, it’s a cozy little number:

“Surround your outdoor with comfort and style… Casual Designs”

Kent’s Carpetland

Not terribly creative, but hey, singing three words still counts as a jingle in my book:

“Kent’s… Kent’s…Carpetland”

Lobster Claw Restaurant

Clearly leading the pack, it’s hard not to sing along once you know the words. It’s also on our list of places to check out this summer since we always just drive by it on our way to the Outer Cape.

“The cape in the summer is magic,

The sun, and the sea and the wind on the shore,

These days are made for families,

That’s what we’re here for.

At the Lobster Claw Restaurant,

Great dining by the sea,

At the Lobster Claw Restaurant,

We’re one big family.”

The Pancake Man

As a 9-year-old, I can attest that this ad got me with just two views. So much so, I worked over my father to drive 30 minutes for pancakes! He still remembers the syrup on the menus, as do some of our good friends, Frank and Jess with a similar experience.

“Who’s cooking breakfast as fast as he can,

Who’s cooking breakfast it’s the pancake man,

Any time of day,

You can you can,

Join us for breakfast at the pancake man,

I said the pancake man!”

Scudder Taylor Fuel

I dare someone to listen to both this jingle and their recent ad about how air conditioning saves you money, and not give them a call:

“Stay cool…stay cool…with Scudder Taylor fuel.”

Seafood Sam’s

This cheery jingle would be on the same level of the Lobster Claw except for one huge problem; I have not heard it on the airwaves since the spring. Bring it back!:

“Lobster…scallops…and clams…at Seafood Sam’s!”

Thompson’s Clam Bar

But the ultimate jingle is none other than the aforementioned classic, former Thompson’s Clam Bar. This one is personal for me. As a kid in the 1980s, with a birthday on August 30th, and at a time when kids went back to school after Labor Day, I spent many birthdays not just on the Cape, but at Thompson’s Clam Bar.

My parents and grandparents loved this place — and so did us kids. The food was piled high, lucky patrons were seated on an outdoor deck overlooking Wychmere Harbor, with sailboats regularly floating by quietly practically next to the tables! For birthday desserts, they created an ice cream scoop(s) birthday cake which forced everyone to dig in quickly before it melted. No one passed on dessert at Thompson’s! And I swear, their entire wait staff came over to the tables to sing happy birthday. It was the ultimate exclamation mark for a kid lucky enough to spend a summer and birthday on Cape Cod. My eyes are tearing as I write this and a chill just whipped through my body. Ahh, Thompson’s Clam Bar, a true lost treasure that I have not thought about for a long time until now.

Taking you back to the good old days, when kids went back to school after Labor Day, and a tower of fried clams, fries, rings and slaw ran you only $9.99. Let’s go to Thompson’s Clam Bar!

“Hey, where you going,

I’m going to Thompson’s Clam Bar,

Because that’s where the tastiest clams are.

Is the seafood good?

The best by far,

Lets go, to Thompson’s Clam Bar.

Take route 28 to the clam bar sign,

For the happiest eating from noon to 9,

At Wychmere Harbor in Harwichport,

That’s where you’ll find Thompson’s Clam Bar.

Hey, where you going,

I’m going where the tastiest clams are,

Thompsons, Where?, Thompsons Clam Bar, in Harwichport!”

What is your favorite Cape Cod memory of yesteryear?

Lower Cape Friday of Firsts

Author’s Note: While I don’t recall ever truly following through on a New Year’s resolution, my wife and I did create a “choose your own adventure” kind-of-game as a way of forcing us to try new things and bust out of the “routine cycle” that occurs every so often. We’ve made it a point to try “new to us” nearby and not so nearby restaurants, music venues, beaches, hiking trails, etc. The “how to” was quite simple; just write down random travel activities as they come to mind, fold-up the paper, mix it in a jar on the kitchen counter, and regularly pull “an adventure.” Though we never defined “regularly…”

Indeed, variety is the spice of life. For us, it’s not so much trying brand-new things, more of finally getting somewhere we just have not been to regardless of reason. Almost half-way though the year, we’ve discovered some amazing breweries, breath-taking (and mostly deserted) stretches of beach, met warm and friendly fellow dog owners, new trails and paddled in waters previously unknown. And in that spirit, a recent Friday of firsts became a pleasant little adventure on the Cape.

Earlier in the summer, we kept seeing signs in Chatham store windows that read, Where are the whales? We initially were confused; assumed they meant, where are the sharks, and thought little of it. The infamous sharks were cleverly located in Kate Gould park, now at Eldridge Public Library, not to mention the the Atlantic Ocean. Nope, these signs in the windows are not about the hungry, beach-closing summer visitors, but of the lovable, gentle some of which are endangered, whale.

The business community, specifically, the Chatham Merchants Association, created a “Where are the Whales?” Scavenger Hunt to find 35 decorated wood-shaped whales, spread across town – in stores, restaurants, theaters, even the airport. Participants (notice I didn’t say “Kids”) match the whale (number) to the listed locations, submit a completed log to the Chatham Chamber of Commerce Information Booth (and receive a prize) and, if the log book is 100% correct, are entered into a drawing for 1 of 5 grand prizes, to be announced…

A cloudy summer morning seemed a great time for a dry-land whale watch and scavenger hunt to simply be kids again. Over the course of about 2 hours, we found over half of the whales! Most are located along Main Street, the central business district, so it’s convienent for families and of course encourages physical activity between unplanned purchases. About 10 whales are not downtown so you will have to drive around if you are “in it to win it.”

While this activity may seem cute, it was actually a blast. We brought the puppy (all but one store was puppy friendly), met a lot of friendly seasonal employees, and shopped in a few stores for the first time. Quick shout out to Where the Sidewalk Ends (bookstore, cafe, generally happy place); while they made you walk upstairs to find their whale, their shelves have some cool, obscure and quirky books about Cape Cod. (They made end up providing source materials for future posts!) For all you bookworms, they even have story time at 10:00 a.m. on Wednesdays, Fancy Nancy Tea Parties and Author Literary Luncheons. I can’t believe I’d never been in that store before. The crew at Mahi Gold were also a ton of fun, particularly with the puppy. If nothing else, the whale scavenger hunt forces you to go to new places, meet new people and you never know what you might find.

Hana the Hound watching over our drafts.

All that walking left us parched so Ellen suggested being adults again by trying Devil’s Purse Brewing Company in South Dennis. My craft beer mentor “Jonesy” suggested visiting so we knew it was going to be good. The brewery set up a beer garden complete with cornhole pits, board games, picnic tables and Bob Marley on the speakers.

A seafood basket at Kream N’ Kone never disappoints.

While Devil’s Purse does not do the traditional “flight”, we ordered 5 oz “samples” including: Shiso Berry Ale (delicious on a hot summer day), Skywave #7 Saison (light option), Stonehorse Citra IPA (great balance) and Table Beer #16 (for an experimental, very complete). They also had cans of a Double-IPA Hens and Chickens for sale (it was not on tap) so I grabbed a 4-pack, along with Citra and the Table Beer #16, as their cooler was looking sparse, meaning, this stuff goes fast. If you have never been, Devil’s Purse also does growler, howler and crowler fills. For such a small operation, the brewery has an impressive number and variety of beers on tap. Even better, their beers (especially the Handline Kolsch) can be found at most lower cape restaurants.

Every Cape Cod town should have this street.

On the way back to Chatham, we “saw a sign,” checked out the neighborhood, then made a few more “whale stops” before calling off the hunt. A casual dinner at Kream N’ Kone (never disappointing) awaited us, and then, the ultimate first time experience of this summer, attending a show at the Monomoy Theatre in Chatham for the short-run of Little Shop of Horrors, one of Ellen’s favorite musicals. Once again, I was star-struck (pun intended as many of these young actors go on to Broadway), upon the realizeation that we had only just driven by this place for decades until now.

About a half-dozen shows run daily through the summer with evening performances at 8pm; Thursday matinees at 2pm.

The Monomoy Theater is so Cape Cod, you can’t make it up. Like many of the seasonal workers throughout the Cape, the company is mostly college students (Univiersty of Hartford) on summer break seeking to re-fine, if not enhance, their craft. Theatre-goers park on the lawn. Some of the company is provided housing on-site. Cast members not in the current performance sell concessions in the patio area during intermission. By concessions, I mean $1 water, ice tea, lemonade and cookies. There is not a bad seat in the house. Even the special effects are impressive for a seasonal program. We were so delighted with the experience I’m pretty sure were going to become “Friends of the Monomoy Theater” in 2019. In the end, art wins.

A friendly game of Kan-Jam on a sparsely populated stretch of Newcomb Hollow Beach.

The next day was a much anticipated beach day at Newcomb Hollow Beach in Wellfleet. The “usual beach crew,” had a strict agenda of bogey boarding, pro kadima, Kan Jam, and Waboba. Seemed another great time to be kids again!

Do you have any Cape Cod “firsts” this summer?

A View of White Pond from a SUP

On the last day of a mini family vacation, I took the still-new NRS Thrive inflatable stand-up paddleboard (SUP) to White Pond to enjoy some quiet. For those unfamiliar, White Pond is a fresh water pond tucked away in woods between Route 28, Queen Anne Road and the north end of Chatham Municipal Airport, accessed by car off Wilfred Road or by bike off the Old Colony Rail Trail.

The previous four days focused on the 7- and 5-year-olds from Colorado, with a mix of hunting for pincher crabs, pretending to be a pirate in 1717 at the Whydah museum (on the rain out), watching seals feed at the pier, and eating delicious BBQ, lobster rolls and fisherman’s platters, prepared or organized mostly by my better half, Ellen. Also included was a fishing charter, Friday night band concert, stroll through town (sharks in the park!) and of course, a Chatham A’s home baseball game. Ellen actually planned the whole long weekend (the itinerary!) which kept things organized and stress-reduced.

As I “put-in” the SUP at the Pond’s main landing, I turned right and began an unplanned afternoon of discovery, reflection and well, happiness. (Recently, I’ve started carrying a pen and pad with me to capture random thoughts — a calm pond allowed for such writing and paddling without multiple splashes.) What I ended up with was a series of experiences in chronological order. Channeling my inner artist, I organized these thoughts, only slightly edited from the original note, and put them in, dare I say, poem form.

It’s amazing what you see, feel, hear even taste when immersing yourself in nature. Also, standing on water is quite remarkable:

Paddle right, warm sun, gentle wind, smiling,

Birds chirp, a frog groans, ducks emerge,

The water looks like glass.

Red, green and yellow stained reeds sway in the breeze,

Little blue dragon flies skim the surface,

I can see the sandy bottom.

The sun cuts through the still water,

Sound travels across the pond as tourists and locals bask in the summer heat,

Around the bend, a hidden cove is revealed.

Patches of bright green and yellow lily pads surround me,

A school of minnows follow my shadow,

A giant red-black dragon fly guides me back the way I came.

A school of striped fish get spooked from their hiding place,

The taste of salt in the air,

Twin water towers stand watch like sentries in the distance.

Clapboard cottages line the elevated land,

A small weathered boathouse appears,

A pile of drift wood waits to be re-purposed.

A secluded staircase and its tender dot the hill,

An anchored sunfish floats with the quiet tide,

A row of tall trees as if grown from the depths.

Seagulls take off and land as a prop plane passes overhead,

A pair of weathered wooden benches half-submerged,

An inviting clearing with a view of the pond.

I take a moment, have a seat and admire the scene of summer bliss before me.

Oh, the sounds, sights, and tastes of adventures that lay ahead.

On a second pass, purposed mostly for the exercise, I grabbed the camera to take a few pictures of the scenery.

Stop at the Chatham Filing Station

Stop at the Chatham Filing Station

My wonderful wife, Ellen, is usually in charge of decision-making. She has an excellent track record when it comes to choosing contractors, buying gifts people actually like/use, booking great vacation lodging, and many other decisions that require some homework. She also has a run of success with lesser decisions, such as choosing new (to us) restaurants.

Last week, she knocked another one out of the park (a subtle shout out to the Chatham A’s that wowed us with 3 Home Runs later that evening at our first home game of the season). The “home run” restaurant choice was the still-relatively new (they opened Memorial Day Weekend 2017) Chatham Filling Station “An American Roadside Diner” on Old Harbor Road.

Since it was June, we were able to stroll in around 9:30am and were seated immediately. While we were guided to a table by the windows, we could not help but get distracted in child-like wonder by all the cool vintage items, framed pictures and unique theme of a true filling station (both literally food and fuel) on a road trip to a destination unknown.

This only one part of Helen Kelsey’s wall mural. Check out the rest at the restaurant!

My coffee cup was filled within 30 seconds, a balanced medium brew, and I immediately locked eyes on an incredible mural on the back wall. The wall painting, by Helen Kelsey, is an explosion of color with layers of meaning, telling the story of the fondest memories of cross-country travels by owners, Rik and Caren Morse. The painting captures some of those moments as well as illustrates the past history and present culture of Chatham.

Sharks in the Park outside Eldridge Library.

I actually told the waitress that I could not stop starring at the mural (as I was facing it and somewhat couldn’t help it) and felt compelled to take multiple pictures while trying not to disturb other (somewhat oblivious) customers. (I have the same reaction each time I see “Sharks in the Park.”) And that’s fine, art often does not connect to the masses. Even the waitress admitted she discoveries little new details when glancing at the wall every now and then.

The menu is balanced, not too small, and not overwhelming either. Some of the dishes are classic comfort food; grits, biscuits and gravy, and huevos rancheros. While the grit bowl selection was impressive, the shrimp and grits option was only available on the lunch menu, so we’re hoping that can be added to the breakfast menu. I love seafood for breakfast (my wife never tires when I re-tell the story of the most amazing salt fish scrambled eggs at a restaurant in Jamaica) and selected the Fish Cake Eggs Benedict. Ellen went with the Carolina Cheesy Grit Bowl.

Both dishes came out steaming with a slice of fresh watermelon on the edge of the plate for a delightful presentation. The fish cakes were large, packed with flavor and covered in “Come Back Sauce,” a slightly sweeter twist on the classic Hollandaise sauce. It worked. The side of potatoes was a good portion, perfect for a mutual “taste test exchange.” We cleaned our plates and took a quick look at the lunch menu, a preview of a return trip with the nephews from Colorado next week. I am happy Ellen found this gem despite already seeing the future line out the door on weekends in July!

We ended up doing A LOT that day, and thank you to the Chatham Filing Station for keep us full well into the afternoon. We walked the shoreline of Pleasant Bay off the North Chatham town landing, paddleboarded around Stage Harbor (thank you John McGrath at Chatham Kayak Company for bailing me out with the paddle) and White Pond (both with the dog), split a “Salty Llama” (chicken salad wrap) and Beanstock Summer Splash coffee at Chatham Cookware Cafe, toured sharks in the park outside Eldridge Library, grabbed the last pair of QS amphibian shorts in in my size at Chatham Clothing Bar and watched an 11-1 Chatham A’s win over Hyannis at Veteran’s field while enjoying a fresh lobster roll (ellen) and fried clam strips (me) from Chatham Pier Fish Market, while tossing bags in between innings on those custom crafted

Our cornhole boards make their season debut at Veteran’s Field.

Chatham A’s cornhole boards.

It was a great day in Chatham thanks to Ellen and the Chatham Filing Station!