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.
On his way to his high school reunion, my brother took a photo of our childhood home- which my father's carpentry skills had considerably improved. He made cabinets, bookshelves, wood panels, put in floors, etc. From the outside, the house had definitely degraded from when we lived in it.
I am also reminded of a house in town where a childhood friend of my brother lives- the house he grew up in. An example of old Yankee with money in the declining stage. Ashes to ashes. The house hasn't been painted in years.