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.
That was me, #1 above. I was drooling over the photo such that I lost situational awareness and forgot to include my name and link.
In my experience, lots of rich guys buy 'em Habu, then get tired of the upkeep. With luck, they get sold to people who may not have quite as much money but who really enjoy taking care of them. That is the theory, anyway.
My daddy came home from POW camp in WWII. He spent several months in "rehab" at the Veteran's Hospital. You could not see his wounds. He was a pilot who had been shot down.
One of the few memories I have of my time with him is in one of these boats on Lake Erie. I remember being so happy to sit up on the back deck. He let me crawl up there, and it felt so good wind and water in my face, plus his strong hands making sure I did not fall off. These pictures bring b ack that happy day.