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Voting With Your Feet

Strange word selection, no? I’m not sure how common a phrase this is. Having heard it first in Econ 101 in “the ago,” I always envisioned large swaths of eligible voters sitting on stools at their election places, slipping off their shoes (a chilly situation in November in the eastern states!), and depressing (pun intended) the levers with their toes. Not exactly what my prof had in mind, no doubt, but internally amusing nonetheless. I recently considered this phrase when confronted with an unpleasant situation. Unhappy with being declined for a number of concert ticket requests from my favorite band’s…

The Love Letter

Does anyone under the age of 30 even know what a “love letter” is? Back in the day…before smart phones, computers, the internet, instantaneous communication, there were letters. Real letters. Handwritten. Thought-out. Emotional. Confidential. Meaningful. Heartfelt. Back in the day, people spoke on telephones, in person, and managed to engage with one another without the use of any electronic devices whatsoever. And they wrote to each other. Love letters. Letters home from camp. Postcards from faraway places, like Ocean City, Maryland. Slips of paper passed in school. Grocery lists. Letters to friends. Letters to distant relatives. Thank you notes. RSVP…

Shatter the Illusion of Integrity (part 2)

Not to pile on, but doesn’t it seem like we just can’t seem to get this integrity thing right here in Baltimore? I guess this must happen in other municipalities, no? But jeez Louise, really, more tawdry scandal again? And we can’t even claim a scandal of the salacious variety (think Anthony Weiner); ours is embarrassingly petty: not particularly large sums of money acquired in dishonest and/or questionable ways by Baltimoreans whom we are supposed to trust. Dixon with her gift cards. DeSousa avoiding income taxes. And now Healthy Holly. As longtime Baltimore chronicler and conscience Dan Rodricks reminds us,…