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.
Thank you so much for posting this. As a London-obsessed California girl, I find it pure magic. That last segment, the intersection at the Exchange, Bank of England, and Mansion House, is still a bitch to cross on foot.
Earliest memories--flashes of images from sometime between 1945-1948. Midwestern city still had "rag men"; usually African/American and always driving a wagon with old (really old) horses pulling the load. Ice man--little white box on wheels pulled by a horse. Only saw him a couple of times, because mom was able to work and got herself one of those new "refrigerators", rather than an Icebox. Still remember how good the clear part of that ice tasted on hot summer days.