A snapshot-record of the occurrences, incidents, and occasions of HoCo-political life.
It occurred to me as I drove away from a lovely affair this evening, that you, my readers, the few, the proud, the brave, had not been “pastiched” in a while. It’s been a hot minute since I wrote a post on this, my new website.
Miss Carole Fisher, a HoCo political activist, mother-to-five, friend-to-many-especially-me, and I were headed to a gun violence prevention training in Baltimore from her home in Ellicott City, Maryland. She suggested we nix the curt, oddly-toned instructions my phone’s GPS was barking at us and offered to guide me down Route 40 all the way there.