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Getting Old?

Every once in a while I realize I am getting older. No, this is not going to be a post about remembering dial telephones or skate keys or Captain Kangaroo. Nor is it about aches, pains, wrinkles or falling asleep after one beer.

It's about this:

Who is DJ Biz Markie?
You see? Old.
But one thing I'm not too old for is celebrating the right to vote. In a time when many voters meet roadblocks when they go to the polls, our laws in Maryland mean we have plenty of time for early voting. We don't stand in line for four hours. We don't find our right to vote challenged or diminished by discriminatory voter ID laws. In Maryland voting is easy, and convenient.
But it is certainly not "ho-hum." Generations of people you will never know worked and fought for your right to have a voice. Their work, and your choice, is worth celebrating.
Now voting is a serious thing, not to be taken lightly, and not to be entered into without thought and research. And yet our right to vote is cause to party--this should be a time of festival celebration. The folks hosting today's event at Merriweather understand that.
I may be "old" but I know a good reason to party as well as anybody. The fun starts tonight at 6:00 pm at Merriweather.
 
 
 

 

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