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.
Some of those were funny. The one about appreciating the breeze from the approaching subway train - oh yeah. Sweet relief.
When I lived in Brooklyn I could almost never get Manhattan-based friends to come over, even though I only lived a 15 or 20 minute train ride away.
My next-door neighbor was a third-generation Brooklynite; his father lived in Cobble Hill (pretty much right next to Brooklyn Heights). He told me he hadn't been to Manhattan in fifteen years. "I got everything I need here. Besides, if I want to see it, I can see it fine from home."
I briefly lived in Brooklyn in the late 1960s at beautiful Naval station Brooklyn on the corner of Washington and Flushing ave. I was transfered from a destroyer at Pearl Harbor to NYC. I had requested duty in Japan or the Phillipines, so somebody in Naval personel obviously had a sense of humor. After I got over my anoyance at being sent in the wrong direction, I really enjoyed New York.