Pass.
Out on the boat, a catamaran, we passed through two drawbridges on our way to the Gulf. Bridge tender appears to be a more boring job than being a toll collector.
While out on the boat, I chatted up the captain and learned a little island economics. We paid for the trip with cash. He was setting aside money to pay for fixing his truck, the repairs coming from a mechanic friend who would be paid in cash.
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If there was no evening booking on the sailboat, he said he might go work the sort on the fish docks. There, for three or so hours work, he'd bring home a five gallon bucket filled with freshly caught from the gulf Jumbo shrimp for the freezer.
Life on the island has some tangible intangible advantages, and for a lot less than $2 million.
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