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.
Two Swedes from Wisconsin are sittin' in a boat on Dead Lake, fishing and suckin' beer, when out of the blue Sven comments, "I think I'm going to divorce my wife. She hasn't spoken to me in over six months."
Ole takes a sip of beer and says, "You better think that over. Women like that are hard to find."
I can recall the days when my wife and I walked hand in hand on the moonlite beach,surf gently ebbing at our feet.
No words were necessary.
Twenty eight years later and we are still committed to the sound of silence, easy chair gripping at our rumps, the only sounds heard are an occastional flatus or snort as we're jolted from near slumber. We look into each others eyes and with unspoken love wonder how we got so damn old.
Youth is wasted on the young. ( a stolen line, attriipution up for grabs)