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.
The bait shop in Buzzards Bay, right under the Bourne Bridge.
Been there a couple times as a kid, and still pass it many times a summer. We're damn near neighbors.
Not seeing the immediate point of the picture, and w/ no caption, I looked closer for something humorous and am wondering if the humor is the "One Way" sign and the "Speed Limit" sign sending conflicting messages?