How about that holiday showing of over-packed peopleness? It was like a spontaneous sun-worshiping flash mob. And no, amigo, it was not just a same old/same old July 4th. While Fourths of the past were often like an atomic bomb detonation of visitorship, this one was closer to a neutron bomb.

The number of vehicles packed into every parkable crack and cranny was an unparalleled showing. Then, when it seemed the Island could take no more, there was Monday’s incoming backup of traffic. Sink, sink, sweet Charlotte.

Part of the draw was a weeklong July 4th weekend. There was also the perfect-storm alignment of hot weather, decent gas…