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.
They left out one freedom in this paean to individual freedom in the 1950s. Members of the high school rifle team could ride on the school bus with their guns without either the driver or the other kids having a hissy. Oh-oh-oh, and another freedom.Very few of the school bus riders lost their virginity while riding said bus. Children could also carry private possessions in their lunch boxes, like cub scout eating utensils, without being punished with suspension by the busybody school administrations.
Ahh ... it was a halcyon time. When we trusted each other. When if you broke a neighbor's window with a stray baseball, your parents and the offended family agreed on your punishment and you performed it.
Many of us walked to school together with neighbors and none of us had cell-phones. If it was too far to walk, we took the city bus. I can remember the annual March blizzards at the end of the month --- a herald of spring, it was. When the city buses stopped running, I set out through the blowing snow to walk the several miles to my home, knowing confidently that if the snow got too high to keep on walking, I could stop at any one of the houses lining the streets and ask for shelter. And get it.