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Oh, to be a cheesy 1980s television private investigator! Magnum lived on a private resort in Hawaii where he swam regularly and taught buoyant babes how to snorkel. The Riptide boys had their boat moored in San Diego, near Big Mama’s bevy of beautiful gals. The Simon brothers—okay, Rick Simon lived on a boat in AJ’s yard. But it was a nice enough yard. And what do I get? Egregiously discriminated against, either on the basis of gender or just living in the real world. I get the Redneck Riviera, marinas with a dozen slips tucked away in swampy spots promoted as “Gulf access.” I walked past reeking trash cans baking in the August afternoon heat and buzzing with flies. I dodged slippery fish guts and algae slime on docks with missing and warped boards. I saw plastic dinghies submerged to
