Like cats and dogsJUST AFTER 6 p.m. on election night in...

Sometimes Scene in the County

November 09, 1997|By Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan What's in a name, Part I

Like cats and dogs

JUST AFTER 6 p.m. on election night in Annapolis, a yellow Labrador bearing blue sandwich boards that read "Callahan for Mayor" plodded around the sidewalk of a busy road near an Eastport polling station.

Lobo is a 4-year-old who flunked out of guide dog school two years ago for being "easily distracted," according to Annapolitan Greg Gildea, his owner.

The friendly Lab was eagerly approaching passers-by, wagging his tail and looking proud to bear his allegiance prominently.

"Lobo's a good judge of character, and he likes Callahan," said Gildea, who claimed to live near the mayoral candidate.

When asked if that meant Lobo disliked Dean L. Johnson, Gildea leaned closer and whispered: "I hate to spread rumors, but I think he's a cat person."

Johnson went on to beat Dennis Callahan later Tuesday night. APPARENTLY THE Anne Arundel County public schools want kids excited when they chow down on healthful food, especially vegetables.

The $1.10 lunches listed on school menus for Nov. 3 to 14 include two or three choices of entrees like Simply Scrumptious Steak, Pizza Mania!, A Delight from the Deep!: Crispy Fish Sub, and Hot! Hot! Hot! Ham Melt Sub.

Side dishes, evidently to ensure further rapture, such as Sassy Slaw, Colorful Carrot Sticks, Wacky Potato Wedges and Vavoom Veggies.

Elaine Tassy

What's in a name, Part II

AMONG THE dry legal filings in the Anne Arundel County Court House last week, one stood out.

Bonita Jane Carroll, 41, of Severn is seeking to change her name legally because, she wrote, she wants to use the name she really goes by. That would be Bo Dacious Carroll.

"People call me 'Bo' and they usually ask what it's short for and I thought, 'Oh, Bodacious,' so it sort of popped into my mind," Carroll said. "If you look it up in the dictionary, it means bold and daring, and I like that."

Andrea F. Siegel and Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan

Darn those zeros

IT WAS right next to Mrs. Miller the psychic's place in the 5300 block of Ritchie Highway in Brooklyn Park Thursday morning: a bargain too good to be believed. A gray, 1991 Oldsmobile with a for-sale sign that read $29 in big black letters, followed by 50 in smaller lighter letters.

Twenty-nine dollars and 50 cents? For a 6-year-old car? How could this be? It couldn't.

"Uhhh, no," said the owner, returning a phone call. "No. Twenty-nine hundred and fifty dollars."

Oh.

Joel McCord

Doing the wave

EVIDENCE THAT Annapolis is a friendly town:

A defense attorney was standing at the corner of Cathedral and West streets Friday finishing a conversation when a green station wagon pulled up behind three cars waiting for the light to change.

"See the guy driving the car? I successfully defended him in a rape case, and he stiffed my former partner and me for the fee," he said. "Let's see if he waves."

As the light changed, the station wagon accelerated past the corner. The driver gave the attorney a big wave and smile.

Brian Sullam

A hot, but old, commodity

THESE DAYS, a typewriter is a pretty hot commodity among the high school senior set busy filling out college applications. The mother of an Arundel High School senior reported Thursday that on her street in Crofton, several households with an applying senior have borrowed a typewriter from a neighbor who was farsighted enough to have held onto her very old-fashioned machine.

"We have two computers," said Nancy Gallant, whose son, Michael Gallant-Gardner, is filling out forms.

"But you can't get the little X's in the boxes" with a computer.

And typewritten applications just look better than handwritten, she said.

Tanya Jones

Recycling nightmare

A NEST of mice discovered in the storage box made it essential that a five-month cache of empty soda cans in the office be discarded immediately. A roomful of reporters with environmentally aware consciences demanded they be recycled, so there was the stupid volunteer standing in a drenching rain at the recycling center on Dover Road in Glen Burnie on Friday, not a county worker in sight to beg help from. She jumped up on tiptoe to open the rubber lid on the giant bin of cans, then hefted a garbage bag as tall as herself to the opening and began shaking out what felt like a ton of aluminum. The cans stuck to the wet bag and fell all over the ground. Her wet hair stuck to her spotty glasses. The entire bag went down into the recycling container. Bags in the can container are against the rules. So is drinking soda in the office now.

Rosemary Armao

Pub Date: 11/09/97

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