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.
This reminds me of the summer vacations of my youth. We use to vacation at Milford Ct. There is an island about a mile from shore and a path to walk out to the island only during low tide. The name of the island is Charles Island. We use to spend a lot of time out there exploring the island. There was remains of a old monastery and stories of a ghost monk roaming the island. I also remember the body of a dead dolphin washed up on the shore of the island, that had been shot. My biggest fear was of the tide coming in getting stuck on the island over night. I wasn't a very good swimmer. I hear that its a sanctuary now and not accessible to the public any more.