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.
What do you do if you own a hedge fund, and your ship comes in? Well, if you have no taste, no modesty, and no sense of proportion, you build a 35,000 square-foot palace in Greenwich. (No, I am not envious: these places are about as homey as Versailles - I just find this sort of thing to be an embarassment. The money they make is fine with me - they earn it.) Greenwich is not a Yankee-style town. Piece in Vanity Fair.
Speaking of hedge funds, if you have any interest, Barton Biggs' Hedgehogging is a good, quick, entertaining inside look at this new world of high-risk, high-reward investing.