Recently, while browsing through the MazInfo e-mail, I was amused to read a note from an apparently “normal” observer, as King just what kind of “wackos” are hanging out down here in Mazatlan. It’s an interesting, thought-provoking question which leads to another interesting, thought-provoking question: Where do you go to find a place where everyone is “normal”? The nice little All American town I came from had plenty of weird stuff going on. For example, quite a few prominent community members were indicted for belonging to a sordid little sex club that made the national news back in the 80’s. The mayor owned a construction outfit and was eventually indicted for favoring his own company while denying permits to his competitors (leaving some families with half-built houses). Two Little League coaches went at each other with baseball bats, and one was so badly hurt the other one went to prison. One of the town cops was arrested and fired for his hobby of crossing state lines to dress up like a woman, lure men to a hotel room, and beat the heck out of them (the ACLU sued on his behalf, he was reinstated and served out his last years as the laughing stock of the town). And down at the local watering hole, a couple of good old boys were arguing over whether Winchester made such and such a