Robert Finch
Robert Finch is a nature writer living in Wellfleet. 'A Cape Cod Notebook' won the 2006 New England Edward R. Murrow Award for Best Radio Writing.
Robert Finch has lived on and written about Cape Cod for forty years. He is the author of six collections of essays, including "The Iambics of Newfoundland" (Counterpoint Press), and co-editor of "The Norton Book of Nature Writing." His new book, "The Outer Beach: A Thousand-Mile Walk Along Cape Cod’s Atlantic Shore," will be out in May.
His essays can be heard on WCAI every Tuesday at 8:30am and 5:45pm.
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During the winter of 1962, when I was nineteen, I lived in Provincetown, where I worked as a reporter for The New Beacon, a small local weekly newspaper. It was during late October of that year, when the Cuban Missile Crisis raised its apocalyptic head, that I first became aware of the now-defunct North Truro Air Force Base. -
It looked old. It looked like something that was ready for retirement, though it still worked, still functioned. -
This week Bob dips into the archives to pay tribute to Tony Bennett, one of the master singers of The Great American Songbook, who died on July 21 at the age of 96. -
Writer Robert Finch begins a two-part exploration of a question he has been asked repeatedly during his career as a nature writer. -
There are things in our childhood that implant themselves so strongly that no amount of subsequent adult rational reconsideration can completely remove…
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On a late afternoon earlier this month I walked out to one of the rip-rapped bluffs overlooking Wellfleet Harbor. I like this spot because it provides a…
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I think I am starting to forget words; well, perhaps not so much forget as to have trouble retrieving them. I might be more worried about this but for the…
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It’s this time of the year that people begin to get mice in their houses, and we have been no exception. I might not have done something about it…
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This is the time of year when friends and acquaintances boast about late-season swimming in the local ponds – or even occasionally the bay itself. Most of…
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The other evening, from the woods down below our house, came the distinctive, haunting call of the screech owl. I was particularly delighted to hear it,…
