And when my children visit - I’m divorced - they have blast. Chasing chickens, helping me cook and build.

The oldest told me it’s like summer camp every time she comes to see me.

Life is beautiful, and we are all far wealthier than we know.

Escape the rat-race, people. It’s not too late. And if this Nixon-loving, Eliot-quoting, right-winger is telling you this, you can be assured it’s not some hippy-dippy feel-good crap. It’s real.