Sometimes things hit you in funny and unexpected ways. The other day I was out for 5 miles through the mean pathways of Howard County and a thought popped into my head, in the manner I've come to realize doesn't necessarily mean I put it there, "Blog about Dennis Friday."
It's been three months since we've lost Dennis, and ironically, when we do the blog party thing Wednesday, just over 100 days will have passed since we lost him. He never missed a blog party and I'm sure he would've been here in person. He will doubtless be here in spirit.
I think right now, Dennis would be getting a kick out of all the attention Ellicott City's been getting recently. He'd have something to say like, "Where do people in Ellicott City think they live? Columbia?" with that tone in his voice and body language that tells us that he didn't take any of this too seriously.
I can picture him on Main Street tomorrow taking pictures; I know I would encourage him to run and he'd hate the suggestion. Then I'd mention that he could walk, and I'd get a look like I just insulted eight generations of his family.
Somewhere in some reality where the events of May 10 didn't happen, those things may be happening. We've been getting lots of new Tales of Two Cities posts about all the pols jumping into the fray so soon, about painting Ellicott City, comprehensive rezoning, Renee Foose's consolidation of power, and all sorts of other stuff.
But that's not the reality we live in. And so we have glimpses of memory about things that aren't. And maybe those glimpses are his way to having something to say about all this mess, still.
Happy National Roller Coaster Day! Let's be careful out there.