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.
And my 27 year-old Brooks tux still fits me. Trousers were let out an inch a few years ago, though. Darn good investment: 4-5 times/year, ready whenever needed. Sharp-dressed man, is Bird Dog. When he wants to be, that is. Which is rare.
One man's cabin is another man's castle. Whatever, it's beautiful in the snow. And congratulations, Bird Dog, that you can still get into your Brooks dinner jacket, er, tux. The ultimate power suit, it is.