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.
My friend the piano-man Jimmy Maddox played and sang this song for us last week - with heart, along with a few other tunes we requested (No Dylan requests, tho. He is more of a Hoagie Carmichael guy.) He's a darn good fellow, fun to talk to, seemingly full of good cheer and with keyboard talent to burn. Nice girlfriend too, who flew back with us to NYC.
Every guy has a pirate inside of them - plus his share of regrets, sorrows, and demons. The trick is to keep on keepin' on, and to try to stay on the sunny side of the street. With God's help.