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.
You probably already knew that the so-called Sphinx had been deeply eroded by rain from when the Sahara was wet, that the Sphinx has been buried under sand through most of its lifetime, and that the face is likely not the original. What I did not know is that the body of the sculpture was not constructed, but rather carved out of a single piece of limestone in the middle of a quarry.
Garry my friend ... A limerick is not a folk song, I fear. And many of them are incredibly raunchy, as I'm sure you know far better than I. But I used to have an Irish friend, a radio executive, who shared my debased taste for limericks. And we would meet once in awhile in the late afternoon for a drink, and laugh ourselves silly over the latest salacious bits we had encountered in the course of our real work. And then he would go home to his wife, a real charmer she was, just as he was, and their six kids.
Meanwhile, I would reflect on the latest pearls of wisdom -- like this one:
"Said the beauteous Magda Lupescu, As she rushed to Rumania's rescue, 'Tis a wonderful thing to be under a King, Is democracy better, I esk you?"
It's funnier, I guess, if you can remember, as I do, that King Carol of Rumania had Magda the beautiful as his mistress -- or, as Time Magazine used to call it "his great good friend."
I'd better stop now.
Marianne, who used to be called 'the Merry Widow...'