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 have been a fan of Pollan since I read his Second Nature, which tells his story of a city-dweller buying a country house in northwestern CT and learning about the land, the local critters, and especially about gardening. Suburban and country folk have long-known what he slowly learned, but his fresh eye is illuminating, especially his take on gardening as a war with a nature which wants to return his man-altered spaces to woodland succession - via the weed phase.
He has a new book, In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto. One of his points seems to be that nutritonal "science" is in its infancy, and that it has little to tell us about what to eat. He recommends eating whatever you grandmother would have cooked. Sounds like my kind of book. He is an engaging writer on any topic. New Yorker quality, but no politics.
Anybody who’s been to inner city Detroit lately will learn just how quickly nature takes over when man leaves.
At 93 YO and only 66” tall, Jack Lalanne could kick Habu’s ass.
Great! My grandmother put cream sauce on all vegetables, had dessert (and homemade bread) at lunch and at supper, and always had at least an apple strudel, rhubarb bars, poppyseed cake, or cookies or all four sitting on the counter.