During the holiday season, as you can imagine, I was invited to several parties in the Newport Beach area. I'm always happy to attend these soirées and socialize with interesting people and beautiful women. It's not London or Paris, but it's something.
Some of my acquaintances live on the little islands in Newport Harbor: Newport Island, Balboa Island, Collins Island, Bay Island, Harbor Island, Lido Isle, and Linda Isle. Many of these islands are man-made, created decades ago when the harbor was dredged. As a result they sit rather low in the water. Today they are home to incredible wealth: Old Money, Hollywood celebrities, entrepreneurs, Asian investors, trust fund babies, bachelor yachtsmen, etc. You get the idea.
As you know, I'm neither impressed with nor intimidated by the rich. And I do tend to say what I think. Now, it is unfortunate that some of the residents, I've noticed, are quite extreme in their views, a few of them--all women, mind you--active in radical environmentalist circles and under the influence of global warming hysteria. When discussion turns to more controversial topics, which it invariably does--I think they can sense over time that I'm not really one of them--I respond with:
"Well ____, I suppose you'll be putting your house on the market soon".
"Why would I do that?", they reply.
"Because of rising ocean levels caused by global warming. You'll be underwater, literally. Here's my card. Let me know when you're ready to sell."
Silence. And then change of subject.