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 childhood home had a similar table. I did not like it because I sat at one of the drop leafs. I like a table which is sturdy enough where one can place one's elbows on the table. Or where one can study on it. Yes, it is a beautiful table, but I prefer a sturdier design. Which is one of my complaints about having grown up in a house with antiques. [My father got a lot of great deals at auctions.]
One point in its favor was being able to add sections to the table for holiday dinners.