One of our greatest pleasures in life here at the middle of the end of the continent is the plethora, and I call it a plethora in the least plethoric sense of the word (for we have very few in comparison to, say, any major or minor metropolitan area, but a lot for here…now, where was I…), of voluble passers-through. And I call them voluble in the least volubilistic (new word) sense, because some are some of the least voluble people around, while others are high on the scale of volubosity (new word 2). Anyway…