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.
I'm upbeat, but at almost 65 depressed at the same time. Epstien captures a good bit of it, though of course he can't cover everything.
I've had a good life, and with no regrets wish only that I can find the pistol when it's time. I see no ignominy in that, as I have no desire for that stare on the rest home wall being my last look at life.
--getting older, at least you won't get up early one Saturday morning to go fishing, back your truck out into heavy wind and rain, change your mind about fishing, go back in the house, get out of your gear, climb back into bed muttering to your sleeping wife about the storm, and have her mumble "yes, can you believe my idiot husband is out fishing in it?"