We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Sully" demonstrated the true beauty of practice, practice,practice!
I would like to also say "BRAVO" to those guys who were driving the ferries! Damn--they did good work too! No questions asked--just good solid thinking in an immediate response to a never expected situation!! When you east coasters get on board one of those ferries go up to the pilot and give em a "nice work" for me!
Also love Wyeth. He lived a few miles away from our farm and judged our elenentary school art contests. Gave me a blue ribbon too! First and last taste of glory. The landscape haunts one, even years away from it. Dismal at times, but a depth and intricacy to it that draw one in. I roamed thickets and open fields, and the alternation of wide upon lonely views and hemmed in by thorns and branches are a pretty good metaphor for life. Another life metaphor: hoky, I know, the way the corn farmer across from us used to blast his shotgun at our rabbitting beagles trampling his fields (we had 18 at one time, sold them to hunters. Dreadful breed!)
I also loved Wyeth. Sorry to hear of his passing. The whole Brandywine School, ( Howard Pyle, NC Wyeth, etc.) were terrific, as is Andrews son, Jaimie. One of my favorites by NC was The Giant, which showed a giant walking in the clouds as children played on the beach.
Back in the late 60's my future wife and I were in a small art gallery in Croton-on the-Hudson. They had a dish painted by Andrew Wyeth for sale. It wasn't all that impressive but it was a Wyeth and it was going for only a hundred bucks.
At the time I was a jobless hippie and didn't have a pot to piss in, so we passed on buying the plate. I could kick myself in the butt now.