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Letter from the Editor

1,271 is this week’s magic number

       We’ve done this 1,271 times.        That’s the clearest measure I can give of what we’ve achieved in the 25 years since our first paper, then called New Bay Times, hit the streets on Thursday, April 22, 1993, the 23rd Earth Day.

How government works for us in Maryland

       It’s easy to be cynical about government.

Find a couple dozen ways in this week’s paper 

      The older I get, the more interested I get in history. You too?       Perhaps history seems more relevant the more you’re part of it.       Some of joining history is accidental. Things keep happening on your watch, even if you’re not watching very closely, that sweep you up.

Bay Weekly’s annual Home & Garden Guide to all of us itching to get things done

      Spring 2018 has made us play a waiting game.       It’s had gardeners looking out our windows at all that demands being done — rather than being out there raking leaves and pulling weeds. It’s had anglers pushing their snooze buttons in hopes that another hour — or another morning — will use up all the energy in the wind. It’s even forced the flowers to hold their blooms tight.

They’re holding us elders accountable

       Generation by generation, civilization by civilization, kids have tested the faith of their elders. How safe can the world be in the hands of longhairs and fades, pink-hairs and Mohawks, Gen-Xers, Millennials and iGeners?       In our time, we elders are testing the faith of our children and grandchildren.

Here’s how Chesapeake Country welcomes the season

      This spring has an Alice in Wonderland quality, appearing briefly — then disappearing down windy tunnels so long we wonder if it will ever pop out again. As far as meteorological spring goes, March has been a bust, giving us none of the warm welcome of a January day in the 60s or a brief February heat wave.       Now, real spring is upon us, as the vernal equinox turns March 20 into the most welcome of holidays. 

For another wonderful week in the neighborhood

       The news that Tom Hanks is making a movie about Mr. Rogers sent me traveling back to my days in Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood, where the Presbyterian minister preached the gospel of community. A young mother, I was as enchanted with the friendly television show as the infant fast growing into a toddler Mr. Rogers helped me entertain.

Camp Guide will make you wish life imitated camp

       Reader, you, like me, are probably too old to go to the camps featured in our March 1 Early Bird Camp Guide. Your kids or grandkids probably aren’t, so their summer futures give you reason for reading. There are other good reasons, I promise you.        Camps thrive — and make good armchair reading — because they take us outside our day-to-day experience.

Mild weather, good stories, holidays and commemorations 

       A few weeks back, I spoke disrespectfully of February as my least favorite month ( I take it back.        How can I speak ill of a 63-degree February morning, especially when the reversal of those numbers would have seemed a blessing of warmth on many a morning in January?

Richard Edwin Wilson, December 16, 1931-February 11, 2018 

      For nine of Bay Weekly’s 25 years, from 2003 until 2012, Dick Wilson had local thespians praying for his approval. Theater-going readers trusted him as their judge. His applause helped fill houses, and his boos (and rare hisses) not only hurt egos but also dampened sales.