Although the Deloreans were brilliant, the big story of the night was the rebirth of this parcel of land now known as the Oyster Farm. For many, and the huge crowd said it all, this was where we finally wanted Cape Charles to be. Over the last few months, the Town of Cape Charles has been exposed as runaway train driven imbeciles. The implementation of reverse angle parking to fix a non-existent parking problem, and the running off of star employee Smitty Dize just about sums it all up. The Town is a sham, and the people running it are vulgar charlatans.
The beauty and elegance of the Oyster Farm, not to mention the wonderfully committed and professional staff, created a stark contrast to the hard, stinking asphalt surrounding the Town Harbor and Shantyworld. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to finally be totally loaded, standing barefoot in the grass, overlooking the Bay, and jammin’ to great music.
Thank you Mr. Occhifinto for bringing us The Deloreans, and for reminding us of what Cape Charles is supposed to be. Fun.
A Cape Charles Mirror Review – by Wayne Creed