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 always hear that joke about Ginger Rogers, but when she's sharing a stage with Astaire I have eyes only for him. She's doing some steps. He's magic. My heart always feels as if it would expand out of my chest when I watch him. Every cubic inch of his body, every second, is part of what he's doing, while most dancers are lucky to get 50% in on the act. The man was supernatural.
I remember a painter one time telling me the secret to painting was to use longer brush strokes. Ask him how long, he'll tell you that twenty years ought to do it. It takes a lot of effort to make something look effortless.