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.
I used to go to a local auction at an antic house. They gave you lots of time to look at the antics ahead of time even a few days early. Some good stuff. Problem is the atmosphere of an auction tends to make people bid out their butt. Lost some nice pieces that way. I don't know if the auction chant is hypnotic or people just get caught up in it but it does typically bring more money for items.