....forgot to mention Jahpur at the chevron station who presses all the buttons for you on the debit card machine as if he is used to people being stymied by the 'debit or credit?' question...and the screaming couple anchored next store...'you don't love me' he whimpers and she,...'why won't you have sex with me?'...stoically riding to the marina to get in their Crown Vic to go....?...I don't know....the guy hanging around the dumpster who posted a sign in bad english 'please leave all value with copper in boks'....the old hippies, clean shaven as if that will wash away the stain of failiure...that and a put on arrogance that seems to say...I'm living the dream man....Brett who is your best friend and then asks for a smoke and $5...the marina workers who either act like they are so far above you with their $25k job or so syrupy sweet as to make you think...wtf?...what have I done to be classified into the second of 2 groups?...and, finally, the people from Massachusetts with boat names like Illusion or Elusive (not Wind Dancer or Dream Weaver or Second Chance or Carpe Diem) with a for sale sign on their boat...rousting themselves at 10 in the morning to sunbathe on the end of the dock...bumper stickers on their dinghy 'I get my energy from the sun' with strung Christmas lights fore and aft securely plugged into their 100 amp service...and post...Dave and Nance....10 years and she can't run the outboard...spends all day watching Fox News...a good Catholic...afraid to venture past the gates…you know, those spanish...him, retired but pretending to be engaged with the world and the business community, dropping EPS numbers and quoting the Beige Book...inaccurately