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.
This song is so intertwined with the slaughter that it is hard to concentrate on the music. The mind wanders and thinks about all the men that sang that song and never came home.
LINKS: You have one for Sippican Cottage. His last post was Apr. 25th, 2017, and it seems like he's not going to post any more. Though I surely do hope he will.