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.
Epcot Center, Feb 1993. My 13 y/o was very uncomfortable with the Michael Jackson film introducing the entrance, telling me "Dad, that girl...she was acting a lot like a boy." I told him the sad truth. I doubled down when we got home with some androgynous Diana Ross photos of the time, telling him they were close friends.
Ahead of their time apparently, both of them
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