True love

I don't know Cynthia Edwards and Rick Boettger, who wrote a letter to the editor of the Citizen debunking an incorrect listing of a real-estate transaction on their house on Olivia; they were horrified their friends would think they were moving.

But I know quite well what they feel about this place. From their letter:

We love this place above all others. Mostly it's the people, and not just our friends. People we barely know, or even just see on the streets or at events, are the most complex and interesting we've found anywhere on earth. The mixture of Conchs, snowbirds, writer/artists, village folk, tourists, "guest workers," dancing ladies and wise old ecologists, spiritual seekers and grizzled fishermen is a pastiche of vivid humanity that puts Steinbeck's Cannery Row to shame and makes Hemingway's Parisian Moveable Feast seem downright Vegan.

We watch sunsets, chase angelfish, play tennis, and bike home through the balmy quiet back streets of Old Town. Impromptu concerts, small theater, drinks overlooking the Bight, rides on friends' boats, the Tropic Cinema, the ability to make a difference in local issues . . . no place else can compare.

Suffice it to say, no, 1402 Olivia St. No. 1 is not for sale. We're here to stay.