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.
When I was a preschooler (in the 40's) I can remember going downtown shopping with my mother. During better times we took a cab and when things weren't so good we took the bus or trolley ($.05 and free for me if I sat on my mom's lap). I remember we would go to Filene's basement and Wollworth's and one of the better stores I can't remember the name. The elevator was manned by a guy in a uniform who would announce the goods to be found at each stop. The counter at Woolworth's always appealed to me, maybe I was simply hungry but it looked so cool and the food looked so good. I can remember eating there once or twice but kinda fuzzy about it. The one memory that sticks in my mind from that time was a beggar who sat on a board with small wheels. He had no legs and was a stunted midget (is that PC?). He had leather and rubber cup shaped things on his hands so he could push himself along the sidewalk. Another memory was the Planter's peanut store because it had the Planter's peanut in the window with his walking stick tapping the window to attract attention. A few times we would take the train into Boston and then use the Subway to visit 'exotic' places, Scollay Square, old Boston Gardens and even the old Navy Yard to see the USS Constitution. The old Navy Yard was big and busy in the 40's. Trains driving down the middle of the road and big ships in those big dry docks and guards at the gate.