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.
Seen on the street in NYC yesterday while delivering some necessary spare furniture to youngest daughter's new apartment in NYC. Three roommates, all of whom have been pals since grade school. I have known them since they were kids. They made an apartment compact - a Pilgrim Compact - designed to maintain harmony and to not damage their life-long relationships while sharing a miniscule apartment.
How cool is that? Who would not want to be young, beautiful (or handsome), talented, fancily-educated, and goal-driven in NYC today?
These three gals have plans, and they are deadly serious. We took the young BD gal out to a good brunch down the street after unloading the stuff. She took the steak half of her steak and eggs home in a doggie-bag for supper. That's being a smart youth in NYC. She only drank half of her horseradish-packed Bloody Mary but she ate the olives and the celery.
Oh, to be young, poor, well educated and in the big city. All things are possible. Best wishes to your daughter.
It's a happy thing she and your others have landed nearby. My two eldest are in Boston (pretty fair distance) and San Fran (long ways away). Hopefully my third will choose NYC when school is finished, or my bride will go a little nuts over the whole thing.
Every day offered new opportunities, every night potential adventure.
Hope she keeps having a blast. My dad's infrequent visits were always a source of pleasure, fun, and fine dining which my salary would not allow.
Plus he always took me to a bookstore to buy one book of my choosing. I always had something good to read.
It's easier to find a nice spot to read in NYC now. In 1985, it was still a dump. Improving, but a dump.
I was a mechanic in a Lincoln dealership in the 60's. The 60's Lincolns were beautiful cars. This particular model hid the hard top in the trunk. A complicated mechanicism that everyone hated to work on. In it's day it had the biggest engine in any production car. Lots of power to go with those sleek lines. I always enjoyed the test drive.