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.
Our pal Sipp is moving to Maine. All of us at Maggie's wish him and his wonderful family an enjoyable "moving experience."
But who moves to Maine? Maybe Texas, but Maine? I recall that Abe Lincoln's dad always believed that you should move on whenever you could see the smoke from another settler's fireplace. (Not sure I believe that story about Thomas Lincoln, however.)
I moved to Maine in 1978 to see the Grateful Dead, and am still waiting for the 2nd set to begin. Sippy, Maine is a small town... after thirty years here, I know everybody. I'd love to show you around...
heh --waiting 23 years for the second set --reminds me of the Kossoy Sisters --had a hit album at 17 yrs old (they're twins), then went off to college, married, had kids and careers, then 43 years later decided to get together & do that follow-up album.
Somehow people have kept the idea that Maine is a bulwark of individuality and freedom and conservativism. Gosh knows how. Maine has repeatedly elected the RINO sisters and has some of the most intrusive laws I'm aware of -- they were early embracers of bottle-return laws, for example.
I loved the scenery around Loring AFB and I could put up with the isolation. But the intrusion sounds like too much for me.