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A Good Team


We get excited about village elections in Oakland Mills. We probable have the largest village board in Columbia, and we actually have nine people running for seven seats. Yes, friends, we have a contested election.

I want to put in a good word for these folks:


I asked Jonathan Edelson why they had chosen to run as a slate. His answer impressed me. 

Here are some highlights:

  • First and foremost, we all agreed we wanted to be positive about OM, highlight what's good and growing, and improve on it.
  • Second, we think we all bring unique areas of interest or expertise that form a good "whole" for the board.
  • Education is another thing we realized we're all pretty passionate about.
  • We make a good team. We don't agree on everything, but we agree on the big stuff.

I've served on the OM Village Board, and I've been extremely concerned in the last few years at the direction that certain members have taken. I don't agree with their priorities and I don't agree with the reprehensible way they have treated Village staff. I won't mention them by name here, but you can rest assured that I don't endorse them.

If you live in Oakland Mills, please vote this Saturday. Remind your friends to vote. We have an opportunity to build a more positive and collaborative board this year. Don't miss out.

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