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.
That damn password crap you give me. Daughter visiting up from Worcester for Easter and she showed me how. Man does she find it amusing that her old dad is a blogger on her old 6 year old Dell machine on my phone line. To me, plain embarassing to put myself out there like I was someone important. Not that anyone is. We have been ass over elbow up here making sugar in the Northeast Kingdom. Not a God-dang New Yorker to be seen, so that's something good. Smoke pouring out of the shack's chimney. Sap flowing like a son of a b. A good year for maple which as I say is a damn bad year for income. Working for nothin'. That's the Vermont way. We could go 5000 gallons, maybe more. Not all Grade A. I prefer the lower grades, got more substance. But a good vintage, you know. What else? Haven't seen a bear yet but I'm waiting to use that bear-heart recipe. Figure it might build me up. I don't like to complain but my bum knee is a ---ing pain. ---ing Korea. A hell-hole. And don't tell me to go to that VA, Dog, or anywhere else. They'll want to give me a stainless steel knee etc. and I'd be laid up for 6 mos. which a farmer cannot do. Plus there is no ----ing way anyone is taking a saw to my legs. OK, time to bring the coffee down to the boys. Is that enough for you this week, Dog?