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It’s a little bit of this and that this morning.

First, don’t miss your chance to see the official debut of Althea’s newest food truck at the Oakland Mills Farmers Market tomorrow. Her Jamaican patties are exquisite. Perhaps Dad would like some?

Speaking of Dad: I was tickled to hear from a few actual dads in response to Thursday’s blog post. If any other actual dads are reading this right now, I hope your Father’s Day is just the kind of celebration you enjoy. Even if that means you are taking a nap.

Apologies for missing their opening night, but twice today and once tomorrow, Stand Up for…Theatre presents Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at DoodleHATCH.

Tickets are 20/18 and are available at the door. (Here’s a review from Theatre Bloom.) The mission of Stand Up For…Theatre is to promote acceptance for the LGBTQIA community. Pride Month feels like a great time to see a show and support their cause.

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Before I go, a few words on the significance of the day. I’ve been thinking a lot about Fuenteovejuna the play by Lope de Vega that I saw while on a choir tour to Spain in college.

Fuenteovejuna is a play by the Spanish playwright Lope de Vega, first published in Madrid in 1619. While under the command of the Order of Calatrava, a commander, Fernán Gómez de Guzmán, mistreated the villagers, who banded together and killed him. When a magistrate sent by King Ferdinand II of Aragon arrived at the village to investigate, the villagers, even under the pain of torture, responded only by saying "Fuenteovejuna did it." (Wikipedia)

“Who is responsible?”

“The town is responsible!”

Everyone in the town unites to take a stand against oppression. What would happen if we did that?

Never in my life have I been so afraid that the fate of democracy hangs in the balance. For all who are taking a stand to defend it: I thank you.

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