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.
Will never forget the first time I heard this tune. As it happened, we were reading City of God in college at the time. Sheesh. Whole record is wonderful, spare, unadorned, and mystical sort-of. That Bob only did a year of college, but he has never quit reading the Western canon.
Ditto. Almost anything by Dylan is high on my list. I grew up in those Lake Superior iron mining towns so the songs about the North country are special. I've been on Highway 61 many times.