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.
A fellow can always use another comfortable jacket. Here are a few outdoor and sporting jackets from the Orvis Hunting catalog. (For full disclosure, Orvis was kind enough to UPS $1 million in US currency to our Cayman banker as our compensation for posting this.)
These fine-looking fancy jackets are obviously not meant for heavy brush-busting, chain-sawing, snow plowing, duck hunting, or ditch-digging. (Waxed jackets are a separate topic.)
I had a very disconcerting experience at the Orvis store in Manchester Center, some horribly snooty and offensive poor excuse for service. The salesman was much impressed with himself and proceeded to make rude and catty comments about some other customers in the store, some kindly folks apparently visiting from Indiana. They just did not fit the upper crust New England yuppie or anglophile profile he preferred in his customer base. The guy also couldn't be bothered to look in the stockroom for some pricey boots in my size.
I made a polite inquiry of someone who appeared to be the manager about the boots and some other merchandise I wanted to buy, and got the same kind of brush off. Too bad, they carry some fine goods, but they have some ways to go to meet the expected service standards. There's better value elsewhere, and better service attitudes.
Sheesh - you get a million dollars for pictures of three jackets and all I got for a nice review of their Battenkill Large Arbor reel and Helios rod combination was a couple of moldy old Coachman flies they had left over in the warehouse.
Here in Maine the lady wears Carhartts or she wears nothin' atall. Show up wearing that fancy stuff and they'll peg you as from away quicker than you can say "Ayuh... she's heat in the wintah and shade in the summah."
Classics like a tweed or a good oilskin jacket are just that, a classic.
I have wondered, aloud on occasion to myself, if it is appropriate after a day of working in my woods at the farm, sitting in front of the woodstove if it is appropriate to sip a single malt while wearing a new high tech fabric shirt and scruffy pants.
If there are any whiskey fans amongst us, I did discover a wheat whisky recently that I enjoyed. Read about it at http://www.bernheimwheatwhiskey.com/mainsitealt.html
Now back to my coffee and a read on the great leaders newest poll numbers.