[singpilot]

Actually, I should explain that remark.

I had finished an airline certification in Daytona. Had spent 4 months there doing certification proving runs, setting up the business, offices, ticket gates, certifying crews, telephones, maintenance crews, the FAA, DOT etc.

We were handed our ops specs (permission to startup) on Christmas Eve, 2 weeks early. Nothing to do for 2 weeks. I had taken my motorhome down there to live in and work out of rather than a hotel, so I pulled stakes, and drove to Key West arriving oh-dark-thirty Christmas Day.

Pulled up on a curb at the south-facing beach and stayed there for a week. Got invited to park the motorhome in the parking lot at Joe's Crab Shack (the original one) by the owner and his wife. Had a great two weeks; fishing, sunning, eating fresh fish every day. Party all hours, like Mardi Gras in Nawlins.

Showed up back in Daytona, and of course, everyone wanted to know where I got the tan and why I looked so relaxed.

It was only then that I found out why everyone had been so friendly in Key West.

No, I really didn't know.