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.
Where is Gwynnie? A cute Yorkie who speaks only Celtic. Or Celtish. Or Elvish? She promised a weekly column, or at least a comment. She can't hunt but can offer love - promiscuously. Please return to the Farm, Gwynnie - it's right up Highway 61, just past the bleachers. Or at least send an email letting us know you're OK.