One of the things that I love about Fernandina is that you always see chairs on the front porch: not just one or two chairs but frequently three, four or five. We're always expecting company. And we're always ready to people-watch. Every evening is like the Shrimpfest parade; half the town is sitting and watching and the other half is parading by. And we're on front porches, not back yard decks. Love a deck but they're for hiding. Porches are for communing. And communing makes a community. Members of some communities might think that their loved ones have disappeared but in Fernandina we know that they're either taking a walk or buying milk at Publix. And they'll be back when they're hungry.