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.
My dad told me that scything was how the lawn around the house was cut short when he was a boy. That was the time of buttermilk kept cold in a spring, sold by an ex-slave and basket maker, and folks walking down out of the West Virginia hills with lanterns to attend church on Sunday evening. Different epoch.