The long-time Editor of The Cape Codder has not been in his grave a year, and already his former staff has forgotten how to spell his name.
In fact, they aren't even close.
But worse yet, they don't know how to spell the Publisher's name either. Editor John ULLMAN and Publisher Malcolm HOBBS (looking very upset on the right) must have been spinning in their collective graves when reporter Bill Fonda wrote this article in the August 12 online edition about The Land Ho's signs which hang from that barroom's ceiling;
...After that first sign came others, small brown acknowledgements (sp?) of regular customers: Bradley, Hertig, Putnam, Mal and John. The last was for Malcolm Hobbes and John Ohman of The Cape Codder; in a nod to newspaper style, "Mal" is actually spelled "Mel," with the "e" crossed out and an "a" written above it.
Murphy said Hobbes and Ohman used to come in five days a week for lunch and heated discussions. "It's really sad none of it was ever recorded," he said....
I guess my eyes started to widen when the writer decided to lead off with the names Bradley and Hertig, in as much as Hertig skipped town for Colorado and Bradley is alleged to have fled to New Hampshire after the scandal surrounding the heroin overdose of a 23-year old clerk who worked at Bradley's Windmill Liquors in Orleans.
But My favorite line in the story has to be...."It's really sad none of it was ever recorded," he said. Having attended literally hundreds of those lunches myself during my twelve years at The Cape Codder, I can assure the readers that none of those at the table would have liked a libel lawyer to hear what we spoke about.
You can read the whole article here."It's really sad none of it was ever recorded," he said.