Before I delve into what is becoming an annual exercise in HoCoLocal Halloween silliness*, let’s hit the important stuff. The Clarksville Farmers Market has a Halloween theme today. Howard County Pride is tomorrow, having been rescheduled due to inclement weather. And now…drumroll, please…The Village Green/Town² tongue-in-cheek Fearfully Frightful listing for 2026: The Young People Who Might Be Empowered By a Community Center. There’s no telling what might happen if disenfranchised teens have opportunities to have better lives. Imagine the horrors! The New Restaurants That Don’t Open When People Think They Should. Don’t they know the clock is ticking? The sheer audacity of keeping local foodies waiting for a new experience! The trauma! The Deadly Threat of Solar Power Out West They didn’t think that anything could be scarier than New Housing until they witnessed the ungodly harnessing of the Sun’s powers - - - right in their neighborhood. Village Bo...
Baltimore, 1987. The top floor of a Bolton Hill rowhouse. Two young people with more hope than sense. An infant. A second-hand television. The debut episode of the “new” Star Trek. Star Trek The Next Generation intro, owned by Paramount Skydance Corporation Oh, I forgot. One marmalade cat with white paws (named Biscuit after Powdermilk Biscuits) who we rescued as a kitten from the playground where I worked. Yes, I was allergic, but - - he was tiny and starving and alone. We made the best of it. I soon learned that I should never leave butter out on the kitchen counter and that twist-ties and the plastic rings on milk jugs were precious playthings to be hoarded and hidden. We paid the rent. Biscuit ruled the roost. Even with a baby in the mix, he held his own. On the night of the The Next Generation premiere he must have felt that our attention to the television was inappropriate. With exquisite timing, Biscuit jumped up on the tv tab...