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.
An old pal has invited me down to his place on Spring Island again, and this fall we can make it for a long weekend. Do a little hunting and shooting and crabbing, and fishin' too. He is encouraging me to buy a place there, but I am fully invested in real estate already - our little farm and our big mortgage and our big taxes where we live quite happily with our animals, read our books, listen to our music, and have cocktails by the pool (until last week).
(Plus I do have a job which, by my latest calculation, I will need to keep doing until I am 75. That's no problem at all for me, as long as I get (unpaid) time off. I like to work, and I am suspicious of guys who do not - regardless of their age, wealth, etc.)
I do love the southern Low Country, though. Love Charleston and Savannah as much as any place in the USA. Actually, I love lots of places. I have taught myself to enjoy going places without needing to own a part of them.
I just own them by giving them space in my brain and memory.
" I just own them by giving them space in my brain and memory..." Lovely phrase that, Barrister. And when you get to the place that I've reached now, save the very best of them. So that you can savor them in the diminishing moments of your life, and pass on to the next Great Challenge with a smile on your face.