"If you'll all excuse me," I said in my best bed and breakfast owner during check-in on a summer Sunday in July when the White Valley Lodge was overbooked voice, "thanks for coming, nothing to see here, time to move along." I left Crew's side and firmly and not-at-all politely headed right for Geoffrey and his two hangers on. If he was offended to be herded out by my no-nonsense and definitely not taking his crap attitude, he didn't show it, that shark grin of his firmly affixed ...