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.
Thanks, y'all, for putting us up in these fine lodgings in Birmingham (photos below), for the fine very Southern-style party (with excellent grits 'n shrimp), and for showing us around.
I have played a great deal of golf in the area, but could not fit this course in. The Mrs. and I are seriously considering relocating out of the rising Gulf of Maine and into the Alabama area. She Who Must Be Obeyed, of, course, doesn't know that yet.
Bird Dog ... No good cold salt water nearby means no wonderful delicious lobster to eat. And much as I like crab, which is plentiful in warmer salt water, I simply adore lobster, whether Maine lobster, or langoustine, a treat I haven't had for years, but which comes from cold waters off Scandinavia and Scotland. You Upper East Coasters have discovered langoustine, which is offered in pricey restaurants in New York and the Mainline, but we used to get them in Wisconsin, shipped in by air from Scandinavia and the British Isles. And what a feast they are. But expensive even then.