Whoa. You live in Steny Hoyer's district?
To make a long story short, there's a guy who works in supersecret naval stuff, a civilian, who worked for me in Lincoln circa twenty years ago. Whenever he came back to Nebraska for hunting, I demanded that he bring all of his copies of the newspaper St. Mary's Today.
A great paper at the time, St. Mary's Today.
I used to read every single word in it.
I'll take a look to see if it's still around. I live in an adjacent county, and may be down that way as I try to set up a business. The only one I know of down there isn't that one, and the editor of that rag hates the county sheriff with a burining passion.
Yeah, St. Mary's is the same as it ever was. The only place wher I have ever overheard the following conversation, verbatim I think:
Cube neighbor 1 (female) to Cube neighbor 2 (female): I finally found myself a guy this weekend!
Cube neighbor 2: Oh really! Where?
Cube neighbor 1: At the family reunion! (I kid you not.)
Cube neighbor 2: Who is he?
Cube neighbor 1: He's my cousin.
Cube neighbor 2: (No surprise in her reaction) What does he look like?
Cube neighbor 1: He looks just like me!
Me: Shouldn't that be your second clue?
Cube neighbor 1: What do you mean?
Me: Your family is dangerously inbred, and you've been told not to do keep doing it. He is your cousin. He looks just like you. Grab a freaking clue.
Cube neighbor 2: Well, what are we supposed to do, the damage is already done?
Me: Get in your cars and drive at least 100 miles away. Do not "find" a man until your there. That outcome is almost certainly better than another generation of inbreds.
Cube neighbor 1: How dare you call us inbred, this is our culture! (Ignoring that they are, in fact, dangerously inbred.)
Me: I'm sorry, I meant no offense. (Now about that fifteen minutes of work the comapny gets out of you two every day.)
(Then there is the conversation where those two discovered they were cousins.)
