In my last post “Road Warriors and The Big Easy”, I briefly mentioned the many instances of shiny people we met on our way through the beautiful and warm city of Nawlin’s.

I feel the overwhelming need to further describe the birth and concept of shiny people in general…so I’ll try to make this as concise and deep as possible, while avoiding writing a novel (One, in which I am actually simultaneously writing at the moment). A taste if you will.

But first and foremost I must admit, I didn’t coin the term shiny people – I have only passively absorbed it from my dear friend Minnesota Nick, who happens to be one of the shiniest people I’ve met, and who I assume, given the nature of life, also picked it up from some another shiny person.

So who are these shiny people?

Shiny people grace your…