Sorry, 'namesake' wasn't quite the word I wanted. It's just that you call yourself 'Scruffy,' and that is pretty well opposite of what I've experienced from Scottsdale, which isn't much nor recently.
Anyway, I'll spin a short tale. Not long after I got out of the military, went back and finished school (in the late 60's), I visited some school friends. We rode our motorcycles up a mountain canyon in Colorado, the idea was to cross the divide, travel some jeep trails to another highway and come back over a different pass and down another canyon.
The road was only paved part way up the first canyon then, and we started collecting a parade of cars behind up who wanted to go faster than us. So, we pulled off about 20' onto the right-of- way to let them pass. So, from a cabin about 300' away strides this 50ish guy and a poodle. He gives us a strident lecture about being in his front yard, and in effect, threatened to shoot us. Mind you, we weren't colour wearing Harley sorts, and we were on county land, but still it's a little peculiar for 20 year old guys to threatened to be shot by an old guy with a poodle. However, we just listened to the rave and left. The guy was very clean (that's my point).
Well, as it turned out, I recognized the poodle. It belonged to a former roommate's girl friend (later married). I knew quite a bit about the guy, her father, the retired colonel, from Scottsdale, and I sort of remembered they had a cabin in the area. Anyway, from what I heard and what I experienced, I figured that if this guy was happy in Scottsdale, then I just wouldn't fit in there. I suppose there is justice though. I imagine the colonel lived in agony, because his future son in law would almost certainly never be man enough to threaten to shoot somebody because he claimed public land as his own. As far as I knew, the girl friend never invited anybody to the cabin when the colonel was around. Wonder why? Oh yes, and it was a real good ride that day, even given the colonel.