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.
It reminds me of The Artists Lofts, in Galveston, Texas. High ceilings, exposed beams, old wooden floors and large windows that never opened because they were stuck from all the crappy paint jobs throughout the years. No insulation between lofts. The woman upstairs wore heels and you could hear her walk every step. I think she never took her heels off. The man downstairs smoked, and the smoke filtered through the ventilation system. The woman next door entertained nightly, and was the entertainment for the evening. The other lady next to the loft I lived in, never was home and her dog was always whimpering because he was lonely. I would always sneak her dog treats under her door, because there was quite a bit of space between the front door and the floor. I miss living there.
Cilla Mitchell, Galveston Texas
--that reads like the opening of a short story or novel. I wish you'd just keep on going with it --"I miss living there" just cries for the next sentence --