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.
My wife and I noticed the utter breakdown of enormous parts of the lives of average Americans, the destruction or subversion of many formerly useful institutions, and a general retreat to barbarism masquerading as progress. We decided to change our lives a while ago, and not unlike the Swiss Family, the last three or four years took even the last lifeboat we found ourselves in and smashed it on the rocks. We have reinvented ourselves, and we'll tell you how we're doing it, if you're interested.
Damn hippies all over again. This is a wonderful, love-filled family. Insane, or Thoreauvian? Don't ask me. I am not ready to move too far from NYC or Cape Cod, but I have no idea how I might feel tomorrow. Plus I have ye olde farme homesteade to worry about.
"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.' Henry David Thoreau
That makes me poverty-stricken, Henry, because I still want to go everywhere and do everything.
I think he meant that the things you own may end up owning you, or something to that effect. Which I find to be true...while my friends drive new cars and are concerned with higher registration, insurance and worrying about dings and scratches, I find much freedom in driving a well-running truck that at this point (beaten up, 200k miles) is damn near disposable. Hell, the money for the tires and windshield I just put in is probably close to its book value.