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.
Ah, a winding staircase. Symbol of matters transcendental.
Jacob's ladder couldn't have been a ladder, as it had angels going both up and down it. Must have been a staircase.
In grandpa's old house, their was a staircase kind of like that. Had a wonderful time when I was young slidding down the banister. Zoom, down to breakfast!