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.
9th Avenue on Sunday, in the 20s. You could easily walk by on the sidewalk and never notice the age of these buildings. We had brunch at the cafe in that old brick one on the corner. Brioche French toast with sliced bananas and drizzled Nutella. With bacon on the side. Not bad, but regular olde-time French toast is fine with me, with real Maple Syrup.