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I’m working on a longer piece about the election. It’s not ready yet. Still cooking.

I’ll be buying a Mega Millions ticket at some point today. Will you? I have some big dreams for that amount of money. Yes, I’d do some fun things for myself and my family but wouldn’t it be fun to have money to throw at one’s favorite causes? I can’t think of anything better.

The folks at Choose Civility have shared a video called “Why ‘I’m not racist’  is only half the story”. It’s definitely worth your time. It is hard for those of us so deeply rooted in the privilege we have been raised with to get beyond our own bubbles. This is a great primer for understanding why.

I went to the BOE Forum hosted by OMCA at The Other Barn but I was only able to stay for the first hour, where candidates made their direct pitches. I missed the portion where questions are taken from the audience. Were you there? Did I miss anything major? I was encouraged by the high turnout although high turnout in Oakland Mills generally continues to be only a certain portion of our community. I’d love to see that change.

What I saw of the forum served to reinforce what I already felt about the candidates, so I’m not sure a complete write up is necessary. I did think a lot about whether having a really polished stump speech and being good at making presentations at Candidate events are necessarily qualifications for being a good Board member. Having a bright and shiny public persona is useful, to be sure, but it doesn’t necessarily indicate background knowledge, willingness to work, ability to work with others, flexibility, and so on. Just a thought.

I’ll keep plugging on that other piece and see you tomorrow.







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