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Regional Reach

Do you want to get away from it all? Put the cares of your life behind you? Maybe you don't have the funds or the time for a Carribean cruise. Let's face it, for most of us that kind of getaway is out of reach.

But if you are willing to stretch a little...

The Inn at Norwood is a bed and breakfast in Sykesville, Maryland. The rooms are decorated with seasonal themes, and each has a spa tub and a fireplace. A delicious and ample home-cooked breakfast is a part of your stay, and the owners have a living room full of restored antique arcade/carnival game machines and toys of by-gone eras.

We like to eat dinner at E.W. Beck's. It used to be more of a smoky biker hangout, but since the change in smoking laws, it's a more welcoming place to a variety of folks. It's always busy, but we go on the early side and we've never been turned away or made to wait. You can get locally grown gourmet creations, or traditional pub food.

Another favorite local business is A Likely Story bookstore. It is a wonderful combination of new and used books, toys, gifts, and selections from local crafters. The owner is friendly and there's a couple of couches if you want to rest a bit or take a few extra minutes to chat and look at books. We always find something interesting there.

I can't call it a HoCo Holler, since they are over the line in Carroll County, so let's call it a Sykesville Shout-Out. Next time you have a hankering to get out of town, you won't have far to go...

 

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