SWITCH AND BAIT, by Cynthia WardPenobscot Bay, Maine, March 13, 1978, 9:31 p.m.
“Ain’t we lucky that miserable bastid’s got a private dock we can pull right up to,” Chase Hayes remarked to his wife and sternman.
He killed the diesel engine of the Stormy Sally (his dad’s old wooden boat, named after Chase’s mother), and they got busy tying up the lobster smack.
“Whole property’s dark,” Bethany observed. “Guess Billy Bolduc and his old lady did take their kids to the John Denver concert, down to Portland. God knows how they got tickets. I heerd them concerts sold out in an hour even when they booked a second show.”
“God knows how they afforded them tickets, when they got so many kids,” Chase said. “Billy’s wife ain’t even Catholic, but she pumps one out every year.”
“What do you expect,
