Five Things: Short and Sweet Monday

Why is Easter Monday a day off from school? Well, because the state of Maryland requires it. But why does the state of Maryland require it?

Explain it to me like I’m five.

As a former church musician who was also a teacher this was a welcome day of recovery. I can’t deny that. But I’m not certain that’s a good enough reason to make that day an unchangeable day off.

What do you think?

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Three cheers and a tip of the hat to all the good HoCoLocal folks who have been bringing resistance to Gorman Road and to Little Patuxent Parkway. While trolls on the Internet continue to tell me that the United States is not a democracy, thank goodness that some people think that democracy is worth standing up for.

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We had a great meal outside at the White Oak Tavern yesterday. The food was delicious, the service was excellent and the weather was practically made to order. I don’t think they shoukd make waitstaff wear bunny ears but that’s just me. The enormous bunny balloon sculpture inside next to the performance area was a nice touch.

I wonder what happens to balloon sculptures when they have outlived their usefulness?

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I keep bumping into posts on Blue Sky from an entity called Citizen Portal AI. They’re covering Howard County Council meetings, among other things. (Here’s an example.) As you might imagine, I take a dim view of AI as a replacement for journalism. Does anyone know any more information about Citizen Portal AI? Who is behind it? Is there any means of accountability?

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It was wonderful to be back in The Park for the first Chrysalis Kids concert of the season. The Culture Queen had the kids up and dancing! As always, the availability of the giant soft blocks from Imagination Playground provided an active alternative for the non-dancing contingent.

I spent some time tree-watching during the concert. I can’t decide if this particular tree was dancing along or whether its branches indicate “Darned if I know.”

Shrugging tree?

Seen any cool trees lately? Spring is a good time to be on the lookout.

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