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.
New Englanders have lived intimately with the sea since the earliest days of exploration and settlement. The rich legacy of three and a half centuries is recounted by three noted scholars of New England history, and handsomely illustrated with 125 images selected from maritime archives throughout the region.
The story of a seafaring land, but it is not so much anymore.
When living in New England I woud stop at old graveyards, it's pure history and always poignant. Plymouth is the best, do not miss it. There is one right on the Boston Common also. You see when the ships brought in sickness and the spikes in grave markers for that year, sometimes the whole family. Many men died at sea, and gravestones were provided at the family plot. So many women died in childbirth, with their newborn and not.