I once took a date on an overnight sail in the lower Potomac starting at an obscure boat ramp in southern Maryland. It should be explained that my boat is a baby blue swing keel Mac-22 on a trailer. We embodied the typical weekend warriors from Washington out on a pleasure cruise. Having spent the night near St. Clements Isl, we returned to the ramp the next day and pulled the boat out. Behind us came several aluminum fishing boats occupied by the local farmer/fisher residents of that rural area. Being salt-of-the-earth men of few words, they tolerated us using their local (public) ramp, but curtesy also demanded that they say a friendly word to us. One fellow asked if we had caught anything, assuming naturally that we had a purpose to our outing. I respectfully replied that no, we were "just cruising." A long silence ensued as he contemplated this and decided on a proper politic reply as only weathered farmers can. "Well", he finally said, "we didn't catch anything either so I guess we were just cruising too."