We lunched at the club today. The Mississippi Golf Club. In the clubhouse on the Mississippi River in the Village of Appleton across from the serene and exclusive Glen Isle. I recall having had years ago from Glen Isle clients who although unconventional were nonetheless kind and generous. They were an elderly couple who, rightly or wrongly I cannot now recollect, took exception to the ambitions of a local property owner and developer. Like most people in remote, rural, idyllic environs – especially riparian – they had their idiosyncrasies and predictable conventions. As well they might! I too feel commited to my Elysian view upriver without the benefit of feudal entitlement.