LOL... In Portland I went to a fisherman's bar on the water. Big plate glass windows. I sat there and drank with a pool stick in hand and tapping to the jukebox. This was at 8am. Rocks glass and beer sitting on the table for when the good people of the world walked by. They looked at me... looked up at the sign to see what kind of place it was... then kept walking. When big ships were in town all the shiny people with anchors on their shirts could see the Portland scenery...