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Guess what?


Not even twenty four hours has passed and here’s another alliterative announcement! 

The Bags Will Fly May 21st! for BAGS AND BEERS! the Howard County Autism Society's (HCAS') 2nd Annual Cornhole Tournament fundraiser* on May 21, Noon-5pm at Mary's Land Farm in Ellicott City, MD.  Visit our website  to  Register, Sponsor and Donate!

We now have “Brews and Bulbs” and “Bags and Beers”. And how could I forget Wine in the Woods? I wonder if that’s where the nifty names trend started?

Since it’s Thursday, I was waiting around to read the Columbia Flier in case there was an important story to write about. Silly me. Did you know that Tuesday, April 5th, was Caramel Day?

Well, I suppose the annual CA elections at the back of the issue may be helpful to you if you don’t know much about the candidates. And if your village has a contested election. The only endorsement I’m going to make in this year’s CA elections is that, if you have the opportunity to vote: VOTE.

Enough said.

On a positive note, last night Wilde Lake High School hosted Howard County Schools first ever Shred Fest, featuring guitar ensembles from Long Reach, Mount Hebron, Oakland Mills, River Hill, and Wilde Lake High Schools. You’ve probably heard of Band Festivals, Choral Festivals and String-a-Palooza, but you might not know that students can study guitar at the high school level and participate in ensemble playing, as well. Last night was the first time that students in these programs had the opportunity to hear each other play and receive feedback from an adjudicator. 

I can’t tell you how grateful I am that their event was not even remotely alliterative.





* Proceeds from this event support the HCAS mission of advocacy and public awareness in our community. 




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