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.
Devilishly wonderful theater experience which, as you may know, is about how Satan works. Amusing but definitely gets to you. Include lunch or supper at the West Bank Cafe (not expensive and right across the street, with fine small plates), and that's a darn good present.
Unless you're giving cars or diamonds, people want fun and surprising experiences, not junk. Mind and spirit stuff. Or hiking gear, if you're a mountaineer. Or a good hiking trip.
19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: 20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: 21 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
As it happens, I consider rare stinky cheeses a spiritual item, so my kids can find these for me. They like Grace's Market in NYC for rare cheeses but the Grand Central Market can be interesting too. Best cheese? I found out that a daughter brought me some special pecorinos from Tuscany in her suitcase so I eagerly await them. Also brought a Vin Nobile for her grandfather. "All good things come from Italy."