Sitting in a coffee shop the other night, sipping our Afouks marveling at how much the man seated a few tables down resembled a young Paul Newman, we began discussing the social oddities encountered when the entire community of remarkably international souls that constitute your daily interactions encompasses a mere 700 people that you live, work, eat and socialize with. Especially when you realize that as many as 35 of them can change every month. Where you recognize everyone and really know a few. And think you recognize the majority but can't remember from where. It leads often to a form of group gathering small talk exhaustion. Kaz summed it up thusly: "I hate people, I like persons."