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.
"Where" people pay $8 for sex "films" instead of just downloading them off of the internet. What is that, a gold '75 Malibu on the end there? And wth is that next to the bus. It looks vaguely familiar.
Right after you get off PA-66 onto US-22, there is a (ahem) gentleman's club with a drive-through. Every time I drive by, I wonder what, exactly, the drive-through is for. Do strippers, er, jiggle themselves at you through you car window?