Well now, I dunno.
During a conversation with a cop from Vermillion, South Dakota--this was last summer--he mentioned Skins's island, and my eyes popped out.
People around here aware of Skins's island are about as scarce as personable wymmins' libbers, and I inquired as to why he read the primitives.
"It's part of my job," he told me.
And the county sheriff here, apparently along with the whole police department of Omaha, regularly checks both Skins's island and the DUmpster, to see what the big guy's up to.
If I were a primitive, I'd be careful, what with so many cops watching me.