OH! And I almost forgot the highlight of the trip so far.
Pre-stye, Uncle Bubbles took mom and I stalking (as was loudly proclaimed by Cousin D to the mother of a friend of his) and we successfully spotted Uncle Bubbles' quarry of choice EnviroActor, who was wearing hiking shorts and dropping his daughter off at school in all his knobby-kneed glory.
We also drove past a café where striking writers were grabbing a coffee and a chat. They were less personally recognizable, of course, but they were wearing glasses, or course, and scarves. Which, I flatter myself, I was wearing also, at the time.