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In case you ever wondered how I find my stories...

I do a lot of local searches on Twitter. I’m generally looking for the off-beat stories, not news headlines. Here’s a sampling from this morning’s foraging.

You know I love to cheer for Oakland Mills but here is a lovely moment for Wilde Lake brought to you via Twitter:

https://twitter.com/markyymarc/status/1073790780509220864?s=21

Nice.

Twitter also brought me word that there’s a catering business in Oakland Mills serving up authentic Jamaican food.

https://twitter.com/authenticjamai1/status/1073545650623651840?s=21

They also post on Instagram and have a Facebook page, in case you’re hungry.

Are you a fan of musician Sabrina Carpenter? She’s asking where to tour in 2019 and a local young woman has suggested Columbia. If you concur, add your affirmative tweets to the conversation.

https://twitter.com/kcthe_girl/status/1073349588675936259?s=21

Here’s an interesting question about Howard County:

Is Howard county greater Baltimore or greater Washington? 

https://twitter.com/spicxer/status/1073248746287316993?s=21

I continue to be amazed at the local phenomenon that is The Warped Tour. It doesn’t matter what day I search “Columbia”, somewhere in the search there will be a Warped Tour at Merriweather reference. Don’t believe me? Try it yourself.

https://twitter.com/markfrenkel/status/1073368549790572544?s=21


It’s a busy day over here. My daughter’s choir is caroling in Old EC and my husband’s guitar students will be playing at the Common Kitchen in Clarksville. Tomorrow we’ve blocked out family time for the five of us and perhaps a trip to the Symphony of Lights.









Please note: Celebration is cancelled on 12/15 is cancelled due to weather.

Celebration in the Woods Advent Calendar: 

https://calendar.myadvent.net/?id=11dfaa56f70578e204b73fee207a6441















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