Hyannis – Ah, springtime… a time when a young man’s mind turns to thoughts of love, baseball, and keggers…

A time for the perennial dance between cops and newly arrived college kids, here blowing off steam, happy to be out of final exams, with barely a clue and at least one friend that can legally buy booze…

For the rest of us this translates into having to endure a raging hormonal throng of noisy oily coconut suntan lotion covered smelly drunken royal pains in the arse. It gets old after a while.

In fact it got old for many residents this afternoon as police received numerous calls about the party on Locust Street being obnoxiously noisy and rowdy and – sort of sounds like fun right? But not everybody in the neighborhood shared the yutes’ beer driven enthusiasm and general zest for “gettin’ jiggy with it…” Bless their little 20-something-year-old souls…

So you know the drill (and I’m assuming most of my readers have been to at least one kegger, or two, when they too were yutes…), the fuzz arrives knocking at the door, sharing terms of endearment like “we’ve had complaints…. shut it down… or you’ll all end up “gettin’ jiggy with it” in the pokey… smarten up or you’ll spend the night in jail, etc…”

This afternoon it thankfully was still early, these were relatively “sober” yutes, knowing when to take a hint, wise enough to know that cooperating now would allow them more time for beer and screaming like wild sunburned maniacs later…

So the numerous yutes, one cop estimated about 100 strong, wisely dispersed to all four corners of HyTown, looking for bars, seeking liquid happiness, singing like a pack of restless coyotes in university hoodies….

Which reminds me, is it still politically correct to call out the “paddy wagons” these days? Is it even politically correct to merely say “paddy wagon” these days? I remember the days when the cops use to back a paddy wagon right up to the front doorstep and load that sucker up…

…or when all one single cop had to do was to show up and crack his nightstick on the cement curbside and simply say “beat it” and we scattered like scared hens.

Today’s little brats just meander down the road… taking their sweet time…

But then again… I’m a dinosaur with memories of days when kids had a healthy fear of the cops. Nowadays kids don’t fear anything, especially something that may end up actually saving their lives.

So what do you think. Would you want to be a kid these days, or would you have prefered to howl at the moon when the cops use to swing nightsticks and scare the [bleep] out of us?

I personally would still choose the latter; I’m still alive after all. I attribute that to luck, as well as a healthy fear of what would happen if I took things a bit too far… but I digress…

Back to today’s reminder…

Ah, it’s springtime… a time when a young man’s mind turns to thoughts of love, baseball, keggers…

… and despite everything new and seemingly senseless, a time when some things never change.

5/16/2013

Photos and report by Robert Bastille, HyannisNews.com

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