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.
Up on the roof garden of the Metropolitan Museum of Art is Big Bambu. You can take tours up through it. I guess you would call it an "installation." It is an endless work-in-progress. I wonder how it would stand up to a good Nor'easter.
The views from up there are magnificent, overlooking Central Park.
My father was stationed in India in WW2. The Big Bambu reminds me of of one of his India slides of an enormous tree that had so many outgrowths to it, that it looked like a thicket instead of a tree. If memory serves me correctly, it was a Banyan tree. I used to live in TX across the street from a bamboo thicket.