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.
First off, I'd like to clear up two common misconceptions about the title of this post:
1. The term "tropical depression" is a meteorological term in this case, not a medical condition.
2. I did not specifically order Filipino reggae music.
Actually, I ordered some songs by that "Bob Dlyan" guy but BD said Sony's being an asswipe and clearing old songs off YouTube.
Anyway, loved the tune, BD. Brought me back to my island days, when palm trees wafted in the gentle tropical breeze and the soft pink glow of the brilliantine sunset turned the seas a dark azure blue. Like today, for example.
One fun thing about living on a boat is that a lot of what are usually just expressions become actual truths. In this case (glancing at weather map), when I shout "Batten the hatches!"... I mean it!