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.
"When I find myself contemplating a post-war experience, I always picture a little place away from the cities (but with someone near enough for occasional bridge) and the two of us just getting brown in the sun, (and possibly thick in the middle). A dozen cats and dogs, with a horse or two, maybe a place to fish (not too strenuously) and a field in which to shoot a few birds once in a while - I think that's roughly my idea of a good life."
Gosh ... that's my idea of a good life too in the 'sunset years' or whatever they're calling it now. I'm devoted to Ike, anyway, because he was the decisive factor in winning the Second World War [without him we might all be speaking German] plus other important things, like his being President of Columbia University when it was still a pretty good school. He signed my diploma, folks, and I'm proud of that. My parents only had to pay quite a few thousand dollars for that. Most of all, Ike was as good and honorable a president as he was able to be. And as we realize more every day, that's quite a lot harder than you'd think.
That quote explains the Gettysburg farm, pretty much. Of course, he didn't take into account the wearing years in Washington, the heart attack, and all that limited his enjoyment of the farm. Ike was a good President, appropriately modest in his reach. Though the interstate highway systems wasn't too modest.