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Letter from the Editor

It has left our lives filled with holes
 

My newspaper is full of holes.        No, Bay Weekly hasn’t forgotten a story here or an ad there. I’m using my in the larger sense that each of us newspaper readers invokes each day: My paper, as in the newspaper I depend on to tell me the daily story of our times, up to date and delivered to my door.

Killing AA Co's polystyrene ban puts us there

    Here in Chesapeake Country, we spend a lot of time living in the past.     We celebrate our heritage not just back to 1634, when Lord Baltimore’s colonists sailed in to stay, but all the way back to native times. We love our historic buildings, tracing many back to those heroic days of Independence we celebrate this week. We retrace historic footsteps along the Capt. John Smith and Star-Spangled Banner trails.

As the reasons for marrying change, we just keep doing it

“You had to back then.”
You’ve certainly had one. Beyond that, what do you know?
      Who’s your daddy?       That fascinating question gets 16 answers in this week’s paper. Fourteen of that number are readers and writers who accepted my challenge to capture their father’s character at an indelible moment in time. Their character sketches in this week’s feature, Dad in the Moment, not only introduce their dads but also each relationship of father and child.

What Will You Do To Protect Us?

       Summer doesn’t end the responsibilities of good citizenship. Our late spring deluges remind us that water continues to run downhill, with enough power to carry away a tree or a car plus all our human detritus, from misapplied fertilizer to carelessly sipped straws.

There’s so much good to do and see during Chesapeake summer

       Sports bettors have some odds worth their while in the race between the tortoise and the hare, for it may tip in unexpected ways. The race between either species and vehicular traffic is no contest. The car, truck or bus always wins.

From a time of war to a time of peace

       To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.         Whether you hear the Biblical book of Ecclesiastes in those words, the twangy, rising voice of Pete Seeger or the harmonies of The Byrds, they’re likely to touch your heart. As the calendar turns to the last day in May, we find ourselves at a time with two purposes. First, Memorial Day. Then, sweet summer.

All that and more this issue in Bay Weekly

       As the year turns, here we are in stepping-out season, when the young among us leave their nests. You can take that as a metaphor or as fact.         Generations of baby songbirds are already fledging, accounting for the increased volume of birdsong filling the air. Listen, and you’ll hear it.

Take a pledge to break a bad plastics habit

      Taking the straw is a hard habit to break. I’m all for it morally and intellectually. Then opportunity arises, and the serious business of what to order to drink and eat pushes my resolve into the pale of forgetfulness. With the arrival of my drink — even water — plus straw, I remember — but by then it’s too late. One more straw among tens of thousands — maybe even millions — into today’s waste stream, much of which flows downstream into our oceans.

Blooming May invites us into nature

     About May Baskets, I am full of opinions.