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 spent one Christmas in Pago Pago. In fact I spent an entire week there. I was the CIA courier on a Top Secret Mission. Well the pilot forgot to turn off the windshield heater,( we stopped to refuel there) cracking the windshield. A call to the states got one sent within two days, but it was for the wrong window. Another one was sent but it took three days to arrive.
My cargo was too large to get off the transport jet so I spent a week washing in the local lagoon and eating at the small airport (it's open air) with a menu that could fit on a business card...ugh
I had to maintain line of sight on the aircraft at all times...It wasn't pleasant that week. I'm just glad the weeds were tall. The crew went around the island to the hotel side and I was all by myself alone...and a C-141.
It was kinda funny though because the airport was only open when an airplane came in. Sometimes at 2:30AM an Air New Zealand or whatever would come in and the Samoans who lived on the second floor and ran the airport would open the duty free shop, and fire up the grill..also usually 100-200 Samoans would come out to see the plane.