Lost our direction? Did we have one to begin with? It's all the same to me: The cranks; the blue-collar cane guys that drool over Montagues; the wealthy newbie who buys 15 rods in three weeks; the super collector with a truck load of Dickersons; guys looking to buy their first cane rod; redneck flyfishermen; silver spooners; morons; intellectuals; pontificators; louts; and, some of the nicest folks you'll ever want to meet. In other words--despite the fact that we're probably 98 percent caucasian--we're representative of every kind of guy you could know. Warts and all! So, who gives a toss?