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.
Interesting difference between the first guy ("Get a real job") who took the money and the last (vet with an NRA sweatshirt) who put the money in the glove box. Very touching at the end. I hope the vet is able to get off the streets.
Pardon my cynicism, but that's whole BS. The older veteran can afford an apparently leather vest and patches and a cap with VETERAN in big letters, but he claims homelessness? Old Bob here thinks maybe he is whatever he is by choice.