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Letter from the Editor

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 (www.bayweekly.com/node/41847). 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.

When, where or how, love takes stepping outside your comfort zone

       When is the adverb director Rob Reiner and crew settled on for the legendary (and now ancient) rom-com When Harry Met Sally … . Success is its own reward, so we follow that catchy precedent in this year’s Valentine’s story about finding love.

Just in time to see us through to spring

      The restaurants of Chesapeake Country are keeping my spirits up for February, which, were it not for its brevity, would be my least favorite month of the year, despite Groundhog Day’s tragi-comic good news that winter is half over.       Groundhogs and bears may continue hibernating, burning up their store of calories before they wake to a ravenous spring. You and I can find a better use for February: eating our way right through it.

There’s something like Zen in the art of beer making

       “Home brewers may dream of quitting their day jobs to live off the fruits of their fermentation,” I write in this week’s feature story.       In Homebrew to Microbrew, you’ll read about those dreams and how they fit in the lives of four Chesapeake Country neighbors. I think you’ll find these brewers likeable, as I did, and I hope you make opportunity to find their brews drinkable. 

Is January 23 just another so what, like National ­Popcorn Day?

       It was no fun writing lessons in cursive, and no better in the hybrid connected printing I developed in obedient defiance to the nuns’ complaints of my handwriting’s illegibility. My mother couldn’t read anything I wrote, either, which may be why she insisted I take typing in high school summer school. On my own, I signed up at the same public school to learn Chancery script, a pretty Renaissance cursive. I’ve used both skills throughout my life.