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.
Once upon a time when I was young (late teens) and hiking along the Long Train in Vermont, I was peacefully sleeping in my little pup tent.... Out of nowhere a banshee began shrieking, or so my sleep addled mind told me! I don't think I ever crawled out of that tent and got vertical with such celerity as I did that night. Having a part moon I could see that little noise-maker perched comfortably on my tent ridge line. He or she looked at me as though to say "'Bout time you got up."