Once, in Philadelphia, we were leaving a restaurant after dinner and a gentleman was waiting by the car. (Keep in mind that one of our license plates is TRINIDAD … you can probably guess the other.) He was a bit homesick and wanted to talk about home. We spent half an hour with him. Now and again, in Buffalo, someone will stop if we are parked or cruise up if we are on the move to say what city … we say Couva and they say POS (Port of Spain) or San Fernando or elsewhere. It is kind of cool. I do insist, in the summer, when both cars are in the drive, that they be parked in proper order.