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Letter from the Editor

April is Potomac Watershed Litter ­Enforcement Month

The results of my Fairhaven neighbors’ trudgery lined the roads: piles of tires, rusted bed springs and auto parts, heavy old televisions and fat black sacks stuffed with litter. Anne Arundel County hauled the loot away, and our roads and fields were blessedly clean — for about 24 hours.

Mother Nature’s Got the Jump on Me
You and I will find them in this Bay Weekly

“I’m in energy,” said the woman seated to my right at the long table where she and I, strangers heretofore, made conversation.     “Ah, so you’re following in Mother Nature’s footsteps,” I replied.     Magnetic energy — and no, not the kind new age healers use — was my table companion’s current favorite energy source, followed by geothermal.

Here’s why you shouldn’t either

In a state as old as Maryland — 378 years — historic tourism is big business. It’s like shows and shopping in New York, architecture in Chicago and monuments in D.C.     Unless history is your hobby, however, you’re likely to leave Maryland’s many historic sites to the kids, who do them at school. Or save them for visiting friends and family.

Where we share ourselves is where we make ourselves

BGE has been wielding the grim reaper’s scythe in our neighborhood. Not only limbs aspiring to electric lines but whole trees have fallen. The wounds are still fresh. You can read the story of many a tree’s life in the map of concentric rings exposed on the raw stump.     The Fairhaven communities will be walking the roads this Saturday on their annual litter pick-up.     Those activist neighbors are one of my near circles.

Your say on taxes and the money problem

Where’s the money going to come from? If you say no new taxes, what are you willing to give up?     To those questions, posed in my Editor’s Letter of February 23, readers had lots to say. Here are your replies, edited for succinctness.

If you say no new taxes, what are you willing to give up?

Where’s the money coming from?         If you haven’t asked that question this week, you’re in the 99 percent.     And here come Uncle Sam and Uncle Peter, reminding us that tax day is just around the corner.

We’ve accepted this month’s invitation into Black History

Danita Boonchaisri, an aptly titled communications specialist with Calvert County, was once a student of mine. So our encounters, regardless of subject, are surrounded by a halo of memories. Insubstantial as ghosts, these memories are felt rather than seen. Would they reappear if we nudged them?     “Do you remember if Sue Lee was in your class?” I asked as we ended a call on a story for this week’s paper. The woman I named had just appeared, by the magic of email, out of time.

This day invites us to express the heavy burden of affection our hearts carry all year long

Card companies are into their third century of making Valentine’s Day big business, and they’ll help us exchange millions of Valentines this year. But commercial mobilization doesn’t make February 14 a Hallmark holiday. It’s neither by accident nor artifice that we celebrate Valentines’ Day.     The urge is way stronger than paper or binary codes creating pretty pictures on a computer screen.

From the movies to your own tales

Ah, we’ve already used up one of the irreplaceable months this no-longer-quite-so-new year gives us.     Which brings us to Groundhog Day, that frivolous-seeming cross-quarter day whose significance in the forward march of time hides behind a furry hibernating mammal.     We’re great fans of the frivolous. In the words of Jeff Thompson, “It is what it is; might as well have fun along the way!” (I’ll remind you who he is in a few paragraphs.)

It’s sure to fill you up

This is a very hungry week.         Thinking about restaurants, talking to chefs and owners and reading menus makes me want to eat my way through Bay Weekly’s annual Dining Guide.     Not that I haven’t already had more than a few bites. With breakfast, lunch and dinner samples, I’ve been in training for Restaurant Week, which comes to Annapolis at the end of February.     But one good bite deserves another.