Tied to the end of the pier is the old rusting commercial fishing boat, one of the biggest in the harbor. It's listing to one side and no one seems to notice except for the collection of pelicans and gulls who are circling the boat. Several trucks and working men are busy doing something else and the boat waits to sink.

It's cool this afternoon but not too cool for a mango orange gelato from Pino's in the plaza. UMMMM. I sit on the bench wrapped in my warm jacket licking the gelato, watching the people rush by.