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.
I'm going fishing this weekend, leaving now for RI where our boat is docked. I want to go alone this time, to clear my head. A Jimmy Buffet sort of weekend. Talk to myself a little about what I am doing with my life. Maybe out to Block or Cuttyhunk this time. Or maybe Fisher's Island or Gardiner's Island. I can't make up my mind. Not too far, just as long as it's an island with Ospreys and gulls overhead and big fish in the water to (mostly) catch and release. Sun, fog, or rain, I don't care. I just want to get back on (and in) the water again after a week on dry land.
Plus I have a brand new fly rod I want to use: my precious Orvis T3. I plan to feed on bass and/or Bluefish, and steamer clams two or three times a day. I will pick up 6 lbs. of steamers and a bunch of containers of potato salad and cole slaw from the store, plus a thing of butter. And Coors Lite and Doritos. And the box of splendid smokes my Editor sent me (Thanks much, BD. That was a very fine, thoughtful, and timely gift.). If I stop at Block, I may dine one night on the amazing fresh cod beer-battered fish and chips on the dock.
I will leave our devoted readers - those few are not away this weekend or these final weeks of August, with this bit of light summer reading: