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Twitter searches aren’t  exactly foolproof. A search for Columbia (Maryland) turned up this:

We took the Hop On, Hop Off bus tour around Vancouver @ Vancouver, British Columbia.

For a second I could almost imagine that Columbia had a tour bus. But that’s ridiculous. We don’t even have a decent local transit system. 

But let’s pretend for moment. What if Columbia/Howard County did have a Hop On, Hop Off Bus Tour?  What do you think would be essential stops on the tour?

Some thoughts:

The Lakefront
The Chrysalis
The Mall
Blandair Park
Centennial Park
Savage Mill
Clarksville Commons
Main Street Old EC
Robinson Nature Center
The Howard County Conservancy

What am I missing? Please remember this is a purely hypothetical exercise. I’m not up for a lecture this morning on why having a tour bus in Columbia would be silly. Most regular readers of the blog will already know my penchant for contemplating silly things.

Benefits to this kind of a bus tour are many. You don’t have to risk getting lost in an unfamiliar place. You don’t have to find and pay for parking. You can take as much time as you like in the places that you like.. You can do as much or as little walking as suits your needs.

Gosh, maybe we need a Hop On, Hop Off Bus for Columbia Crossing shopping center.






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