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.
Tomorrow is Veterans Day. For most, a day off from work and sales at shops is all that Veterans Day means. However, for those who served and those who care about those who served, aside from a few moments of contemplation, I heartily recommend going to the movie theater to see on the big screen the film Midway. I wasn't a pilot or sailor, preferring to keep my feet on the ground. The movie is entirely factual. The spectacular filming and bravery literally had me gripping my knees at some points.
I went yesterday afternoon, my younger son going into another theater at the multiplex. My theater showing Midway was fully packed. His theater, showing Joker, was one-quarter full. So, apparently many care. The ages and genders were mixed in my theater. IMHO, Midway is one of the top five war films ever made. The audience stood and clapped at the end. A stranger, the 40s-aged woman sitting next to me said, you men have incredible guts to go to war. Outside the theater was a middle age couple with his father, age 96, a WWII pilot of the same planes in the Pacific that won the battle of Midway, the battle that turned the war in the Pacific. He took some time to chat and added to the chills in my spine.
At Rotten Tomatoes, yesterday, of course the effete critics gave it a grade in the low twenties. The audiences gave it a 91%. Perhaps reacting/catering to the overwhelming support by audiences, today the critics are up to 41%, the audiences to 92%. I think you know who actually serves and cares.
Planning an early Spring visit to Georgia's Okefenokee Swamp. A wildlife trip, kind of rustic in the Georgia wilderness. You have to go before bug season. It's way north of the Everglades (also a fine place to visit).
I like Georgia. Not moving there, but a fine place to visit and the southern food is amazing.
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horses strained at his clicking tongue.
An expert. He would set the wing And fit the bright steel-pointed sock. The sod rolled over without breaking. At the headrig, with a single pluck
Of reins, the sweating team turned round And back into the land. His eye Narrowed and angled at the ground, Mapping the furrow exactly.
I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake, Fell sometimes on the polished sod; Sometimes he rode me on his back Dipping and rising to his plod.
I wanted to grow up and plough, To close one eye, stiffen my arm. All I ever did was follow In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, Yapping always. But today It is my father who keeps stumbling Behind me, and will not go away.
In the beginning, I never thought that with all his warts and his tweets and all his rants and ravings that the broken human named Donald Trump could be God’s chosen instrument to try and mend this broken kingdom, but there he sits astride the world like some Strange Colossus.
Then again God chose the shattered Saul in order to get to that young unknown musician, David.
This feels like it comes from some supernatural place:
Mrs. BD and her friends say the Citymapper app for NYC transportation is amazing. It tells you quickest routes, when the next bus or train is coming, and speaks to you too.
Why $4.5 Billion From Big Tech Won’t End California Housing Crisis - Efforts by Apple, Facebook and Google to address the California housing crunch must contend with the forces that created it.
Like rock stars, famous tenors get all the girls they want. Women go nuts over them. In the TV news business and in Hollywood they have a term for them: "star-f...ers." We used to term them "groupies."
You can't dispute that he has big cojones, makes the Bushies and Obama look like wimps. His style reminds me of Teddy Roosevelt. If you are a Never-Trumper, do not watch this thing because you will become depressed and we want happy readers who enjoy life regardless of politics.
Panoramic View Of Mars, 
The Many 