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.
Although I'm currently living in a Tropical Island Paradise™, when I moved to Florida four years ago I ended up in Lakeland, which is in Central Florida and farm country. As such, they had parades all the time, and the local FFA always had a kick-ass float. Terrific bunch of kids, always liked talking with them.
I admire the longevity of tractors. I was on a farm years ago with some friend and was about to comment on some rusting hulk of a tractor -- probably something snide like "Hey, look at the antique!" -- when the farmer said, "Welp, gotta get to work!", hopped on it, fired it up and away he went. Had a new respect for both tractors...and rust...ever since.
Would you please email me? I have something of a dicey question for you and would prefer to keep it quiet. Bit of a challenge for you, really. T'anks.
The Dead rise again, sans Jerry, on Easter Sunday in Greensboro for their first tour since his passing. I just reconnected with an old friend who told me that he is going to be in attendance. I was immediately released from the jealousy I felt by thinking how fortunate he was.