A little political insightPERHAPS IT was a moment of...

Scene and Heard in Anne Arundel

November 01, 1998|By Laura Sullivan Seeking the candidate

A little political insight

PERHAPS IT was a moment of self-doubt. Or a sudden perspective on a life's work. Maybe he just lost his place while reading from his prepared speech.

But in the middle of his half-hour-long remarks to a hundred housing officials recently, County Executive John G. Gary stopped abruptly, rested his hand on the podium and said, "You know, I ran for office 12 years ago because I was so angry with government being so intrusive into my business."

A few people in the audience looked around, wondering what this had to do with the county's lack of affordable housing.

"I was there [in the General Assembly] for 12 years," he said pausing, "and actually I think it got worse. So I guess running for office isn't the answer."

A moment later, he picked up as if he had never veered from the speech. Most in the audience laughed, figuring it was meant as a joke. Others looked a bit confused.

IT'S JUST before 8 a.m. Thursday and two women are standing on separate traffic islands at Chinquapin Round Road, Forest Drive and Aris T. Allen Boulevard in Annapolis, holding red Barbara Samorajczyk signs and waving to commuters stopped at the lights.

One is in baggy sweats, sneakers and wearing a sun visor. Can't be the candidate. Must be the woman in the tailored suit and beige pumps who is shifting her weight back and forth nervously and moving around as if she can't wait to get out of there.

But her hair's too short and she's wearing glasses. She doesn't look anything like the Democratic nominee for the County Council from the 6th District in the soft-focus campaign photos.

So who are those women and what have they done with their candidate?

Joel McCord

Oldest times are best

EIGHTH GRADERS at Anne Arundel Middle School in Odenton -- kids who have never heard of a couple of guys named Wally and Beaver and who can't imagine a generation of stay-at-home moms -- went to a sock hop Friday afternoon. They wore black leather and white T-shirts, poodle skirts and bobby socks and danced the stroll, the jitterbug, the cha-cha and the limbo.

The setting was supposed to be the 1950s. But some wrong-era faux pas were apparent as more than 200 teen-agers wandered the school cafeteria dressed in theme.

Attention kids: The twist was a 1960s fad, tie-die and bell-bottoms were big in the 1970s, big hair was the 1980s and platform sneakers are decidedly 1990s.

For me, at 24, the teen-age dance brought back a rush of memories: Like how horrible it is to be a wallflower.

How mortifying it is to have to dance like an idiot while your math teacher chaperones.

And even worse was this question from a couple of totally serious 14-year-olds:

"Whose mom are you?"

And if I wasn't feeling old enough, I had to overhear this:

"You know, the 50s was such a cool time. Not like the 80s, which are soooo out."

Kirsten Scharnberg

Pub Date: 10/31/98

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