Sandy was forecast to bring the kind of days Noah knew, with wind, rain and water overwhelming land and livers. Coastal New Jersey and New York sampled a day of floods of biblical proportion. Thank God it wasn’t 40 days.
Chesapeake Country got off easy. Winemaker John Autrey of Huntingtown called Sandy “a wimpy storm.”
Bay Weekly theater reviewers, take notice.
You’ve got your chance — you and everybody else who’s ever said I could do better after seeing a community theater production.
Annapolis Summer Garden Theatre needs directors for all three of the musicals it will stage in the summer of 2012, its 47th season.
Allan Lichtman has unlocked the secret to counting the vote
Can’t stand to wait another week to know who’s going to be president?
Ask Allan Lichtman.
“My 13 questions will tell you who will claim the popular vote,” says the American University political professor, a Marylander who ran for the U.S. Senate in 2006.
Former Governor Parris Glendening discusses Smart Growth, long hair and tweeners in stretch limousines
How is life different after politics?
I used to get a haircut every two weeks because I was so often on camera, which exaggerated the slightest curl. Now I get one every five or six weeks. One of the percs of not being in office.
Water running off your roof, downspouts and parking lots into the roadways and storm drains is bad for the Bay. So bad that the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency ranks urban runoff and storm-sewer discharges as Public Enemy Number Two for America’s estuaries.
Stormwater runoff could be bad for your business, too.
I have a lot to say, but you make Bay Weekly a conversation
I’m writing to you.
I don’t see your face when I’m writing. I don’t imagine the finished paper in your hands, so it’s always a thrill when I do see you pick up a Bay Weekly. When I catch sight of you reading over breakfast or lunch, you probably catch sight of me, too, trying to steal a glance at what page you’re on while looking inconspicuous.
At two centuries distant, the War of 1812 is unlikely to sweep away your sons, sink your boat, burn your barn or your nation’s capital. It will, however, invade your consciousness. It’s inevitable.