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.
We are expecting a nice, good snow here in Yankeeland. Judging by the radio, you'd think it was the end of the world. "Major storm" and all that. Global snow catastrophe. It's just snow, folks. Nice stuff. Lovely, gently falling like a good dream, covering hill and dale with a pure coating of white. It's wintertime, and it will melt by May. Sheesh. If I lose my internet connection, I'll just go out and find my own stories. Or make them up, like The New York Times does.
Image: A pony keg kegerator. A nice gift for a beer-guzzling spouse, parent, or pal. They also make full-sized for more serious beer afficionados, for whom a pony keg is just a warm-up.
Hey Gals! Whoring for health! I will charge you only a nominal fee for practice sessions, and I am clean, trim, young and single. Call me if you are cute and clean, with no body piercings. (h/t, Mr. Free Market)