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For this blog we are pleased to have a guest blogger, Michael Landress of the Boynton Beach Fire Department. His tale of Cappy is sure to bring a chuckle – BBHS Editors

In 1969, the Boynton Beach Fire Department adopted a five-week old Dalmatian puppy. The firemen decided to hold a contest for the local children around town to name the frisky pup. The winning submission, “Cappy,” was submitted by six-year old Michele Jones.  Tiny Miss Jones was awarded a $25 savings bond for her effort and the rest is history.
Cappy seemingly responded well to his new name and enjoyed his accommodations at the fire house. He always loved riding on the gasoline-powered fire engines, but shied away

Cappy the Dog

from the fire trucks that burned diesel. Cappy could be gruff at times and loathed bath water, but for the most part he was fun to have around.  Early in his career he would ride beside the firemen on the fire engine. Upon arrival at the fire scene, he would stand guard over the truck — posing like a tail-wagging, spotted gladiator.
There are many accounts of Cappy’s shenanigans, including the time he wolfed-down 50 radishes during one sitting and his well-documented disdain for veterinarians. However, none of those dog-tales can quite compare to when he began noticing the female of the species.
With his instincts and hormones in high gear, he would peruse the warm night air like a kind of canine Romeo searching for romance and tomfoolery.  One evening, while lurking in the shadows, Cappy unlawfully entered a screened enclosure and proceeded to mate with a Westminster Kennel Club quality German Sheppard named Loki.
The owners of the show pooch were not too pleased with Cappy or the fire department. Loki’s owner was quoted in the Boynton newspaper as saying; “Cappy . . . he’s some fireman . . . he runs around starting his own fires!”  The city was forced to pay the veterinarian costs for Cappy’s late night rendezvous.  Cappy did eventually father a whelp named Daisy. Soon after, his roaming ways and Boynton days ended.
Cappy retired from the Boynton Beach Fire Department in 1976 to live on a farm in north Florida. It is unknown if Cappy ever found true love, but this writer is confident he lived out his dog days in style

Michael Landress

Michael Landress is a native Floridian and novice historian. He has spent the previous 15 years as a professional firefighter/paramedic for the City of Boynton Beach Fire Rescue Department. He holds a BA from St. Thomas University in Miami, Florida and his hobbies include; spending time with his two teenage sons, writing, photography, supporting the Miami Dolphins and saltwater fishing.

You just never know what you will come across when you search through the old newspapers online. One of strangest Boynton tales was a scheme to bring over 100 Norwegian families to farm lands along Military Trail. In 1923, Professor Alfred Minsos of Christiana, Norway was scouting out Florida lands where the Norwegians could live. He

February 1923 Palm Beach Post Article

contacted the Model Land Company, which was Henry Flagler’s land development company. Frank Pepper, one of Model Land Company agents, knew of some land in Boynton that the owner, D.P. Council, wished to sell because he no longer could afford the taxes. The land was located on the southeast corner of Woolbright Road and Military Trail, and later was Herb Keatt’s dairy and today is the Indian Spring development. Mr. Council was even willing to give 40 acres of the land if the Model Land Company would extend the road to the colony, probably following today’s Woolbright Road path.

In a February 1923 letter to Prof. Minsos, T. T. Reese of West Palm Beach wrote “I want to say a word regarding our summer climate – they will find it delightful in every way. We, at times, have insects, but I have never found them a menace to happiness or comfort.” I can say with certainty that they would not have found the summer climate delightful.

But the Norwegians never came to Boynton. No documentation was found if they went to somewhere else in Florida, and I didn’t find any other information on Professor Minsos. Lutefisk , a strange fish dish where the fish is preserved in lye and smells real bad, could have become a local delicacy. Maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t come.