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.
But the best thing for the gals and the guys are the post-Christmas sales, like Brooks Brothers. Or, as She Who Must Be Obeyed prefers, the "Polo Ralph" shop, aka Ralph Lauren, down where the cuz's live who we are visiting today and where I am enjoying some ceegars and scotch whiskey in the wintry global cooling sleet and wind:
The ladies naturally want to look good. I call that Ralph Lauren stuff wannabe Yankee clothing, and refuse to go into the place. I am a simple J. Press, tweed jacket, bow-tie sort of guy and do not care for their things for myself. Too expensive, too.