[Ibrîniðilpathânezel]

I think just about every place in the world has its equivalent of Sandbanks. For us, it's a suburb called River Hills. Beautiful location, beautiful houses populated by too many people with vastly more money than brains. They get up in arms when the design of a newcomer's house -- by no means a radical departure from anything else in the area -- offends them because they don't like the color of the brick the newcomer chose. They have gotten riled up more than once because someone wanted to -- gasp, wheeze -- build a church in their town, their reasoning being that the church planned to have activities for teenagers, which would, of course, lead to such heinous crimes as playing basketball or baseball, and thereby creating unacceptable levels of noise in the middle of the day. And yet, some of these complainers are the ones who own companies who have been caught dumping industrial waste upstream in the very river for which their town is named.

It takes all kinds to make a world. Don't know if that's good or bad.