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.
That is a beautiful building, and appearing as solid as the local rock crop. However, it seems to be lacking a steeple. Where is the steeple that points toward Heaven and the Divine?
I know - and that church weighs tons! It just looks a bit bald to me. BTW - not far from where I attend mass in Springfield the other day. The Wife and I attended a wedding on a quail farm, and fell in love with Vermont all over again. As Youngster enters H.S., we may devise an exit from Maine to the mountains...
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The Distributist
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2009-08-04 20:05
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