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.
This is the way I was, at Walking the Berkshires. When you know every rock and tree, where the fox den is, where the Phoebe nests, where the deer sleep, and where every wildflower likes to grow, it gets into your soul.
Beautiful. That's where you get the phrase, "You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy." When you know the land, remember it from season to season, from year to year.
I feel sorry for those who grew up in suburbs, who didn't get attached to land they way those of us who grew up in the country did.