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.
I grew up hearing stories of the hurricane of 38. My father, who grew up in Westport, MA, was 25 at the time. He remembered the frantic efforts he and other volunteers made to rescue residents from the houses on a section of Horseneck beach. He tried not to remember those who were not rescued. As a young girl visiting my grandparents, I saw the foundations of some of the houses 55 years later.
1. There was salt water damage on trees 40 miles inland.
2. A family friend's property had a lot of trees felled from the hurricane. He went into the "if you've got lemons, make lemonade" mode and built a log cabin from the felled trees. The cement floor of his log cabin held metal pipes for hot water heat, which was rather innovative at the time. Unfortunately, the pipes corroded over time. Plastic pipes would have been a better choice, but I doubt they were widely available at the time.
I got these stories from a family friend's memoir of her parents. She was 3 years old at the time of the hurricane.