Walking in West Palm Beach in a mixed commerical district: big Winn-Dixie grocrery store, rail road tracks, freeway overpasses. Suddenly two good looking women are just to my right in front of a shop. One white, one black talking to each other. I must be hanving a good day because they look extra special nice. Dressed to arrest the male optic nerve, but not over done. A boutique? A bit upscale for the neighbourhood, I think. Ah…It’s a 24 hour bail bond shop. Sat and Sun by appointment only. The phone number. Maybe their boyfrinds are ‘bad boys.’ Maybe their troubles are thier own. Maybe nothing. Life goes on.