"Tinhorns, Cheapskates & Stuffed Shirts"

There's a place in Washington State's San Juan Islands called Boat Harbor. Back in 1966, a family named the Kendalls owned it. They maintained a rickety boat landing dock, but did not necessarily welcome visitors, as witness the rather poorly preserved photograph above. Despite the fact that the Kendalls were not famous for their hospitality, my Seattle relatives and I tied up at the Boat Harbor dock one July day and went ashore for a visit. Of course, we dispatched one of my young cousins up to the haunted-looking house on the hill overlooking the harbor to pay the landing fee; we could afford it because we had no stuffed shirts or cheapskates aboard. After consulting the Ship's Dictionary (American Heritage) for a definition of "tinhorn" (a petty braggart, esp. a gambler, who pretends to be wealthier than he is), we decided none of us fit that category, either. Interesting place, that Boat Harbor, with some sort of a history (which I don't recall in any detail) as a base for pirates or smugglers or other shady swashbuckling types, and the wreckage of a square-rigged vessel set into a concrete foundation along the shore. From this distant perspective in time, I wonder how much, if at all, the landing fees have gone up. Or whether the place has been overrun by tinhorns, cheapskates and stuffed shirts. I can't seem to find the Boat Harbor Yacht Club anywhere in cyberspace.