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 in college, our team played the Australian national team. We greeted them when they came into the gym with a 200 kazoo band rendition of "Waltzing Matilda."
Harp player (and mouthy guy up front) is Mel Lyman, a seriously deranged cult leader in Boston in the early '70's. Died at 40 (not a minute too soon, IMO) after infiltrating the Jug Band and subsequently communing dozens of unsuspecting youngsters to a life of penury, obeisance, and Mel-worship.