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This is not me (obviously) but somehow I wish it were.

Breaking news from the top of the bookcase, where I remain both elevated and emotionally involved in local affairs.

It’s from a company called Generations of Furniture at The Outlet Shoppes at Gettysburg. I do not know how it popped up in my Facebook feed but I honestly wish I could make this my own personal slogan.

So, with an effort to be elevated and emotionally involved in local affairs…

The Ridgely’s Run Community Center has created an outdoor space/patio.

Did you know?

The Ridgely's Run Community Association was established in 2007 by the Savage Stone Company to serve residents near the company's quarry area off US Route 1.

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The NPHC of Howard County, Maryland is working on a new mental health initiative called “The Barbershop Brotherhood Series” You can find Episode 1: Brotherhood and Black Identity on YouTube.

Images from NPHC of Howard County, Barbershop Brotherhood Series

You can check out the National PanHellenic Council of Howard County on Instagram and view Episode One on YouTube.

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A mystery I hope that someone will solve for me is where to find a Latin Dance Night for people and dogs. The mental images it evokes are too delightful. I think that Busboys and Poets hosts a Latin Dance Night, but - - dogs? I’m curious.

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Speaking of dogs, have you seen the SteadyDoggie Solar Wind Spinner?

Ocean State Job Lot on Ritchie Highway is marketing something which appears to be a cross between Azlon and the People Tree. What will people think of next? (I don’t think it’s really free. It’s probably free with x amount of other purchases.)

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Finally, it is with legitimate disgust that I share this development in the topic of yesterday’s blog post.

I’ve given the Banner some flak over recent story titles but this one is spot on in its bluntness. “Maryland GOP delegates stand by racist video“. I’d like to add that what this honestly means is: Maryland GOP delegates stand by racism.

I wonder what the Maryland General Assembly stands for? What do you think?

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