In '91, anchored in Little Harbor, woke to Sydney's son knocking on the side our boat. We handed over our garbage and he opened what we thought was an empty vodka bottle but he drank the last ounce or two ... I'm note sure it was 8 am yet. At this point we realized we had someone else's dinghy and ... none of us could remember paying the bill from the night before. None of this was a problem. We went to shore a bit later, found Sydney and paid the bill. As we waited on the seawall waiting for someone to (hopefully) bring our dinghy back in, Sydney brought us out a couple of beer. And yes, our dinghy came back in.

It's unfortunate that many of the newbies wouldn't know about the 'binder' on the drink counter at Sydney's, let alone being able to pay the next day.