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It’s an Elkridge Miracle


 

When I go online looking for local stories, it’s hard to find anything about Elkridge. This frustrates me. I know that many hocolocals feel that Elkridge doesn’t get the respect that other communities get, so I am always on the lookout for Elkridge-centric information. Perhaps I am looking in the wrong places.

If you have some good online sources for all things Elkridge, please point me in the right direction.

But today - - miracle of miracles - - TwitterX yielded three perfectly respectable Elkridge mentions and I’m taking this as a sign.

First up, Visit Howard County is crowing about getaway visits to our area. Their post features Cascade Falls in Elkridge. True confession: I’ve never been there and had to look it up. That’s when I discovered it’s in Elkridge.




Orioles broadcaster Ben Wagner snapped a pic of two happy kids on Openung Day at OPACY. You guessed it - - one of them is from Elkridge.




The next post was more of a learning experience for me. I thought the T & J Waffle operation was a food truck only. I was unaware that they have a brick and mortar store on Washington Boulevard in Laurel. I see that the truck will be at the Elkridge Fire Department this evening. 


Can you read the next tidbit without hearing the jingle in your head? Bet you can’t!

Truth in advertising: Sister Susanne is not originally from Elkridge but lives there now, in a retirement community. It’s a fun story and doesn’t appear to be behind a paywall.

This last tidbit comes from Facebook. It appears that Elkridge will be celebrating the Thomas Viaduct Bridge in April.




The 1835 railroad bridge has been designated a National Historic Civic Engineering Landmark. You can learn more at the American Society of Civil Engineers (Maryland Section) website. 

Got any good Elkridge stories? I’m looking for guest bloggers, you know. 


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