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.
Lovely, thank you.
Related, and back when Midnight at the Oasis had a significantly different meaning then it does now - the years since Maria sang her dolcet, erotic Oasis words (. . . no need for a camel . . . when I take you for a ride) we come to know the truth about the residents there, and the religion of peace (sic)!
Hearing Kreskin's jug band reminded me of a 1920s version of Walk Right In I recall from a Country Blues album from years ago. I don't believe this is the version I was thinking of, but as it is from the 1920s, it will do.