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.
You know I am not a church goer even though my great great grampa built the building, or I should say helped build it, but it just isn’t my cup of meat, you might say, but they can bury me in there churchyard, that’s OK with me, sooner or later either is OK because my life philosophy is just keep on keeping on as my Paw would say which is a mans duty in this life. But for several years now those church ladies have been a bit on my case because I guess I am an eligible widower or maybe they see me as an object of pity living alone in skwaler on the old homestead here in the Northeast Kingdom.
Well what they did is send a delegation of ladies with hats up here like they do every year collecting money to fix the steeple or whatever which I do and this time they want me to come with them on a church trip to Paris and Lourdes and some other church places which maybe for you rich folks in southern New England is no big deal but up here it is like a trip of a lifetime which Korea already was enough for me. Join the Army and see Korea. Ayup, shure did. Well they at first wanted to go to the Holy Land but they got scared of the diper-head bombers, so they said, and would do that in five years maybe – yes, maybe, if they are still alive then, I think to myself. I suspect some of those nice wrinkled widows just have desines on me as a widdower but I don’t know why an old coger who aint any good company and hardly takes a shower and is half grumpy at least half the time. I know they see me shaved and in a necktie sittin in church and praisin Jesus and reformed without my whiskys and smokes etc. and my bachelor bad habits and peeling wallpaper and grilled coon suppers or bear suppers and loaded rifles all over the place and approx. ten mangy mongrels crappin on the walk and everywhere else you might think to place your boots.
But I almost have half a mind to go and maybe this blog thing and reading these links has got me a bit out of my shell since the wife died and I aint a kick up your heels kind of fellow but when does a Vermont dairy farmer ever go anywhere except to the Wallmart in NH unless theres a war? Because those Vermont nuts don't like Wallmart God knows why, theyre commie ideas no doubt that we already held back in Korea, or preferring folks on the dole instead of having honest hard jobs, and they go to their bootik places and granola tourist UVM-type places but old Vermonters go to HN to Wallmart, we all go to NH for our Wallmart stuff once a week or twice per month and it would be stupid to do anything else and call me ignorant but I aint stupid. But back to travel, Seth and Reuben bless em they have almost ¼ of a whole brain between em but they wont burn the place down if I go away for ten days or will they?
Well I am over 70 but I guess I aint dead yet but soon probably and the seed will be down without much to do but I am leery of this deal esp those horny old widows with hats trying to feed me French wine and brandy then corner me in some old cathedral lookin for a little of the old slap and tickle etc. when I could be fixing fence and being generally constructive and not a dekadent gentleman of lesure which I decidedly aint being a 7 day worker and they need a reply by Friday, and that is my pikle and I already know you will erge me to go but I don’t want your advice or anyones because nobody is in my mokasins, but the scribbler in me just writes my thoughts down because you, Bird Dog, kindly invite me to do so.