I was on my way to the dentist to get another replacement part for my slowly aging anatomy when I had to stop because of a convoy crossing the Boulevard at the “wherever-I-cross-is-the-crosswalk.” I really am trying the kinder, gentler approach being espoused by many fellow year-round Island residents, but I have to tell you, I’ll probably have to get to confession soon. As I waited for the group to cross, I was stunned by what I saw.