Tom Moroney
Contributor, A Cape Cod NotebookTom Moroney is a veteran journalist and radio host whose love affair with Cape Cod began when he was a child. Before retiring in 2023, he was managing editor overseeing radio and television in Boston for Bloomberg, the global financial news company. He co-hosted Baystate Business, a daily radio program focused on the region’s economy. He also served as Bloomberg's Boston bureau chief. Moroney has been a print reporter with stints at The Boston Globe and People magazine. In the 1980s and ‘90s he wrote an award-winning column for the MetroWest Daily News in Framingham and was a correspondent for Greater Boston, the public affairs program on WGBH-TV.
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To arrive at the Bank Street beach in Harwich Port, one must pass through its small windblown parking lot, a trip made dozens of times in my youthful race to the water’s edge. -
My fun on the Cape is almost exclusively of the solitary kind. Exploring a new beach, taking my bike on the rail trail and stopping for ice cream at the Pleasant Lake General Store. Or making repairs to my cottage. -
As we drove off, disappointed, I said I don’t want to JUST be on Cape Cod. I want to feel like I’m here, really here, sand between my toes, waves crashing, gulls calling out for a meal. -
The European green crab has quite the reputation. They’re smart ... in a dangerous way. They’re voracious, predatory and they eat their young! -
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Bob McKeon, a 78-year-old retired state trooper, splits his time, as many do, between his primary residence -- his is in North Attleboro -- and his place on the Cape in South Dennis. A favorite activity is going out to dinner, and when he started posting restaurant reviews on a popular Facebook page years ago, he gained more and more friends -- many of them touched by his endearing references to his singular dining companion: The Bride. -
They appeared suddenly one night on our patio, four young raccoons, a quartet of rumble-tumble trouble. They pressed their little bandit faces against our glass sliders, scratching to get inside our tiny cottage. -
