Who Stuck The F*l*a*g In Reverend Titcomb?

Who Stuck the F*L*A*G in Reverend Titcomb?Tedium Cove Wharf was quiet. Sea gulls cried in the background. A lobster boat idled, unloading the morning catch.July fifth was a sunny morning with little wind. A lobsterman leaned against the wharf railing, smoking, looking across the harbor. He appeared to be lost in deep thought. Actually, he was just lost.A large young man in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing Bermuda shorts, walked with the bouncy stride of either a bird watcher or an associate pr...