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.
Live manhunt, here. It's sort-of addictive, especially with the local accents: "They're bringin' sammiches to the troopahs." "We have a small cah, a Honder here heading up Bahston Boulevahd." Mostly Irish, some Italian, all Bahston.
The professionalism is impressive, but not surprising. They shut down the entire city, and Watertown, to find this bad guy, but have obviously not found him yet. Any accomplices, I am sure, are being sought off radio.