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.
I moved a lot, lived in a lot of different cities and I have spent a few days to a few weeks in different cities. There is a part of me still in each of these places. It is so cool to go back to someplace I remember and see that it is the same, no changes. But when I go back and can't find that place, that restaurant, that building, it's sad somehow. I'm leaving on a road trip in one week (after the grandkids visit) and I'm excited to see old places and discover new places and things. But I'm sure some things will simply be changed forever. In 1967 I drove old route 66 and remember driving into Albuergue. 66 was a two lan road a long downhill into the heart of the twon with quaint Spanish/Southwest houses on both sides. Now you "fly" through Albuquerque on I-40 at 65 mph dodging cars and trucks and barely have time to notice the skyline. Sometimes the nostalgia is bitter sweet and sometimes it's too bitter.