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.
Thanks for the rare pic, Mr. Vanderleun. The Dylanologist and I figure this is in the late 60s in the Hamptons. Can't say I'm surprised that Bob didn't own tennis whites, but surely he owned a pair of sneakers...
The Hamptons? Good lord, there must be some mistake! The Hamptons is nowhere near Oxford Town! And ... And how does one become stuck inside of Mobile by playing tennis at The Hamptons? Is it possible we have misjudged ... No, no. Obviously a misidentification.