I first met Dennis Lane in fall of 1991. I was the President of the Young Democrats of Maryland and was helping my home chapter, the Young Democrats of Howard County, organize a roast for Jim Kraft, then a local Democratic activist and recent candidate for the House of Delegates. Jim is now a member of the Baltimore City Council.
His then-wife conspired with me to bring some interesting people together from Jim's life for this impromptu roast, which was to be a surprise. One of the roasters was Dennis Lane.
Dennis volunteered to be the opening act for the evening, and what an act he was. He was witty, pleasant, charming, knew how to get up to the line but not cross it, and his historic knowledge of Howard County was incredibly impressive. He struck me as a person of great substance and we stayed in touch, following each other's progress in the county for the next 20-plus years.
Dennis is responsible for making this blog what it is. At the Columbia Foundation Spring Party in 2008, he pulled me aside and gave me a considerable critiquing of my blog, or more specifically, my blog habits. He appreciated my writing very much but was very critical of me for my infrequency of posting. He felt my style and voice unique and needed, so much so that, even though it at times conflicted with his, he challenged me to make the voice heard so much more. Daily if possible. And thus, this blog started producing more product, and it became more than a hobby to me. It became a thrill and a pleasure. And I have Dennis Lane to thank for that.
Dennis was the glue that bound the blog community together in this county. Some of us local bloggers write to be hopeful, some write to be informative, some write to be nearly-scholoarly, some write to be irreverent (ahem!)... but Dennis was the blogger here who everybody liked. Who everyone respected. To whom we all asked for insight and opinion. And my heavens, there were few people freer with their opinions than Dennis Lane.
And now Dennis is gone. We all know this. I will spare the link to the article.
My heart is so filled with sadness and horror. I woke up early this morning-- around 4:30am, virtually the precise hour Dennis's soul left this world. I felt there was something disruptive in my world-- and selfish me, I thought it had to do with my family, my career, or my finances. It was not.
I bleed for all the people destroyed by this tragedy. For Dennis, for his daughter and the young man who allegedly committed this horrific act. For his ex-wife and his fiance. For all of his family. And for all of his friends, acquaintances, readers, people who heard the name Dennis Lane or Wordbones somewhere. And for our entire community. This is the second homicide within a week in Howard County. Another unconscionable act committed by souls so sick and troubled to have conceived and carried out such an act.
A number of us convened earlier at Clyde's this evening to contemplate the day's events and to make sense of it all. Social media today brings the possibility of every day being a micro- 9/11. This evening I reviewed the Twitter and Facebook posts of the day. Stuff about Anthony Brown, Ken Ulman, restaurants, the CA Board, development of Columbia. And then, late morning, something about a stabbing in Ellicott City. And scarcely more than an hour later, the news that Dennis had left us. And from that second, for those of us affected by Dennis's passing, the day stopped making any sense. In fact, it stopped, period. And those of us at Clyde's were all victim's of that day's micro-9/11. I am sure there were many others today in the lives of others. But this was ours, tailor-made especially for us. And thank God we had a place to all be together and talk for awhile. I am sure Dennis liked that.
I think also that Dennis would, ever being the respectful man, find tribute appropriate for the occasion. And sorrow. But maybe not sadness. This was a man who loved life and I think what we can do-- what I can do-- is be sad as appropriate, but, after that time, move forward and beyond. I am glad that I have laughed today, after I heard the news. I think Dennis would have liked that too.
So as I begin to close this post, a post which began with heavy heart, I find the crack of a smile emerging on my face. Because I think to the last time I saw Dennis-- he and his fiance were walking around Lake Elkhorn on St. Patrick's Day. He was smiling from ear to ear and striding happily in the sun. And I think that's how he would like to be remembered.
This being such, I find solace and I hold joy in my heart for the fact that Dennis J. Lane was a person of significance in my life. An example for this blogger and community leader to follow.
My friend, I hope you know the joy of walking in the light of He who passes beyond all human understanding. May you know his eternal peace and love. And may you know that your short time on this world has left fond memories and thoughts by so many.
Peace be with you, Dennis Lane. Until we meet again.