The sun came out and it became 61 degrees here--warm by coastal standards. Huge throngs descended on the normally sleepy unincorporated location, Pebble Beach. I was inundated with folks wanting a ride.
A story to warm your heart:
A woman gets in my vehicle and says, "That buffet was such a bargain!"
I reply, "Was that the one at the Beach Club?"
She says, "Yes, the buffet was so reasonable ($195 per person--one that the Donner Party might pass up) that I bought ten of them. You know that's less than the price of a first class ticket on an airline these days?"
Tempted to say that my Gulfstream G-VII is being refurbed to remove two seats and make it better for the long hauls overseas, I merely nodded.
I could have mentioned my life Platinum or Premier status but refrained for another day.
As I said previously, the rich are different.
Most are amazed that I live here and have been here longer than them. Many are "entitled," at least in their own mind. When I ask if they know person X, a famous denizen of these parts, they demur, frankly awed by my connections (or maybe they can care less). Tomorrow is watch golf day then drive.