Co-op Manifesto.

I'm not sure of everything I want, but I do want this in my new co-op:

At least once a week, we will eat a big family-style dinner together. Yummy, organic goodness. After our bellies are full, and the lights start to get low, we will sing. We will sing impromptu eighteenth century drinking songs, punk ballads, old timey folk songs, and ramblin' blues tunes. We'll sing until its pitch black, and only then will we read by candlelight.