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 went to college down in the deep south in the late 60's. I became friends with a fellow from Baton Rouge who was a fine bassist with a love of the Blues. His great great grandfather owned many slaves.
During Christmas break he came home with me to Yonkers and we went down to the Bottom Line in the Village to see BB. We were the only whites in attendance. We were in heaven. BB was great as usual.
What stuck me most was the kindness and love of the man as much as his music and the irony well of the former slave owners desendents love for this black man.
An indication of how music can effectively change attitudes and the culture in a good way.