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Way Too Much Fun


 

I’ve been known to indulge myself with “what if?” posts over the years. What if I could own the Columbia Flier Building and live there? What if I could redo it along the lines of the HGTV show “Extreme Homes” or “You Live in What?”?

What if the Wilde Lake Village Center could be turned into a History of Columbia theme park?

What if the Lakefront could be transformed into a kid’s birthday party paradise?

What if the students in Howard County schools could begin each day by writing a thank you note?

This is why I absolutely have to hand it to Jeremy Dommu of The Merriweather Post for taking that concept and running with it.

Buc-ee’s is Heading North, The Merriweather Post 

Dommu takes the what if…

Is Maryland's I-95 corridor its next exit? Does Howard County have the land? Does it want the beaver?

…and gives it the full Merriweather Post treatment. 

It’s delightfully speculative yet still backed up by the kind of well-laid out assessment of the available facts for which Dommu has come to be well-known in these parts. When I suggested in the comments that he may have had too much fun writing this piece, Dommu countered that he had “just the right amount of fun.” 

He probably has the facts to back that up.

I don’t know anything about Buc-ee’s and I have no opinion about his proposal, whimsical or otherwise. It’s just so dang fun* and right now I think we could all use some of that.

The Merriweather Post Facebook account has been posting more of late and I welcome the renewed activity. 

Have you ever visited a Buc-ee’s? What’s your take on all this?


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*I have it on good authority that the post contains twelve beaver puns and three subtle Star Wars references. Go to it!





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