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.
Do not go there. You will not like it. Nobody cool goes there.
The water is too cold for you as are the cones at Harbor Freeze or whatever it's called now; the people are mostly Liberals; everybody drives a Subaru with Obama stickers; the lobsters will snap at you; the air is way too pine-scented and salty; it's not fancy enough; you don't have to select your clothing; nobody has a hot tub; there are no swimming pools; it's cool and rainy sometimes and you need a sweater at night and you will get sunburned on the nice days; all the good food is just shellfish and fish; the beaches are too big and the ponds are too deep and dark; there are too many little kids in the restaurants; socialites, investment bankers, and politicians never go there; the blueberry-corn meal pancakes are terrible and the Portuguese seafood stews are terrible; the joint at Cahoon's Hollow is like totally bourgeois and their drinks are too big; there is too much surf on the ocean beaches not to mention the annoying seals; sea gulls and herons crap on your windshield; all the good walks are too long; you have to slam on the brakes for Box Turtles crossing the roads; you will get covered with mud digging your own clams and collecting your own oysters, and you will slice up your hands opening them; etc., etc.
Worse still, with the rapid rise of the oceans due to your car, it will soon be underwater (maybe in 3000 years). So don't buy out there. It's a big, temporary sandbar left over from the last Ice Age.
I want to reciprocate and warn everyone to stay far away from the hellhole that is SW Florida. Hurricanes are a constant threat, sharks roam the waters, the heat causes prostration... smoked mullet and fresh shrimp eaten within minutes of catching them will spoil you for any other food, swimming in the Gulf is so seductive that you may completely lose your work ethic, the almost total absence of need for heating in the winter will soften the toughest Vermonter, the sunsets over incredible cloud formations and the green flash as the sun goes over the horizon will make run-of-the-mill evenings seem uninteresting.
People that become too saturated with all this have been known to completely lose the will to return to glorious New England. Save yourself - stay far, far away!
Been going out there for fifty years. I remember when my father brought me to the town harbor and pointed out a character he knew, the town drunk (at least he held the title at the time). As we were watching, the man got into his dingy and headed for the dock. Somehow he fell half out of the craft but still held onto the throttle of the outboard. Of course the dingy went into a death spiral, around and around. Everyone on the dock burst into gales of laughter and I was amazed that no-one moved to help. Well, somehow he got back into the boat and continued on towards the dock.
I heard someone remark, "Does that all the time, then he goes to a bar where someone buys him a drink".
Oh! My first New England genuine character.
The libs can't ever diminish the beauty of the sea and shore... in my eyes.