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Thursday CA announced it will be moving its headquarters from a place that's in the center of everything and yet often hard to find to a place that's relatively obscure and will very likely be hard to find. It is fairly safe to say that if all Columbia residents had been polled on this issue that a decision to suit everyone would never have been found and Milton Matthews would be standing out on Little Patuxent Parkway with a filing cabinet.

Moving on.

Friday night area residents participated in a Black Lives Matter Vigil at the intersection of Route 175 and Tamar. Participants noted the support of local police in keeping the event safe for everyone. Were you there? Or did you pass by?

Sunday the Howard County Historical Society held its 38th annual Holiday House tour. Blogger Angie Koslowski tweeted some great pics and I am hoping she will write it up on her blog.

Speaking of the House Tour, it was just one of many events to be found on the new area calendar, Totally HoCo.

Today CA's newest facility, Haven on the Lake, finally opens. I am still hoping to see Ken Ulman take a cold plunge but I suspect he had enough of that on November 4th. It would make for a memorable photo op, though.

What will make the news tomorrow?

Well...Tuesday night, at 7 pm, River Hill High School will present their Winter Chorus and Guitar Concert, featuring the Concert Choir, Chamber Choir, Leading Ladies, Talon Tones and the Ceramic Dalmatians Guitar Ensemble. It is a free program, and I hear that seasonal snacks and drinks will be available for purchase at intermission.

Newsworthy? We'll have to wait and see. But, if I know my husband, it'll definitely be a good time.

 

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