Real Life, Fantasy, and Festivals

Aliza Worthington of Baltimore Brew has written a piece about the Main Street TARDIS. Sure, I wrote about it a month ago but hers is one hundred per cent cuter. Enjoy.

Who is up for a mystery? Tardis appears on Main Street in Ellicott City

The possible connection to Wizarding Weekend on Magical Main cannot be ruled out, methinks. And it might explain why we haven’t heard any loud complaints from the Historic Preservation Commission. (Perhaps they know it’s temporary.)

There are so many things going on around town today that my head has just about exploded. A quick look at the Columbia Inspired calendar reminds me that The Longest Table is this evening. It looks like there are a few tickets left, if you’ve been wavering on signing up.

Longest Table is more than a meal—it's a movement. Join us for an evening of food and connection, where neighbors from all walks of life come together to explore the power of curiosity.

If you are interested in The Longest Table concept, there’s a website.

The Longest Table is a free, community event that brings people together for a shared meal and conversation. It's a simple way to create moments of joy and build stronger neighborhoods.

It’s outside this year, in case you have immunity concerns. This means, of course, that I should go, but there is no protection against shyness. Maybe someday.

Of course I’ll be stopping by the Oakland Mills Fall Festival and possibly the market at Clarksville Commons, since it’s one of the weeks where the amazing sticky buns will be available from Rob & Sons.

What’s on your agenda for the day? Any other local event(s) you’d like to boost?

Let me know.

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