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.
Food is my weakness (well, one of them) and I love fruit. Fresh, canned, in or out of season, dried. When I walk I look for fruit trees that are in or overhang the public right of way. I once picked a shopping bag full of lemons while standing in a ditch on the side of the road. I pick wormy apples and cut out the wormy parts. Yesterday I bought one of the most beautiful and yet ugly pears I have ever seen in a supermarket. Totally yellow, too soft, couple of punctures and bruises; it was delicious (actually a Bartlett). I'm sure if the produce manager had seen it first he would have thrown it out. I like bananas the same way.