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Letter from the Editor

The Patuxent is hungry for your love

 

With more books and more formats than ever, only time stands in your way

 

On vacation, your mind wanders

 

Yard signs make your first introduction to many candidates

 

Bill Burton’s wish blows closer

 

The Choptank River piers named for him get you to where the big ones are

 

In the water, humans become amphibious. Try for yourself; you can feel the magic.

 

The new era begins now

In a decade or two, we might be hearing this conversation: You know, fat oysters like that one you’re eating used to be hunted in the wild, like the buffalo. Really? Like cowboys, Chesapeake watermen rode out on low-rise boats, even in the worst weather in the middle of winter, and scraped oysters from the bottom of Chesapeake Bay.

Or weep when you see who you’ve hired

It’s downright terrifying how much control we give away on Election Day. Scarier still is how few of us bother with these decisions.  What we’re really doing when we go out to vote is hiring people for a job with vast responsibility over our public and private lives.

It’s back to work we go

A holiday is always welcome, no matter when it falls. But many of them seem to fall as randomly as the leaves that will soon illustrate for us the meaning of deciduous.