The Hermit ~ A Short Story

I am taking a hike alone this gray cool and breezy early spring day, this my last, and I revisiting many various aspects from my life before I depart as scheduled.

What really weighs heavy on this old man's aching meandering mind is the once great and well adhered to expression that is now so boringly nonchalantly cliche, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I remember this since the first I heard it from my youth Bible school taught to me by my beloved Mother. It is indeed from the dusty old Bible too many have let set upon a shelf far too long while wielding ways of sin, however if you care to look it up you can find it in Luke 6:31

How do you let a finite friend define himself through the passage of time and how do you let a foe, one must hold even closer to the vest, thine enemy, do the same ?

What is it that drives another to covet all their neighbor has and makes them so drastically desire to steal away from them, like a thief in the night, all it is that they have earned for themselves and their own family, as instructed by the good book?

Why is it in this modern day and age, new aquaintances, all too often, are selfish with a multitude of facades with no known logic, reason, or rhyme, for this, their loathsome bias?

Is it so difficult, I ask of you, to respect another's personal life without trying to somehow interfere? Does it not say in those commandments to not covet they neighbor's wife?

Is there such call for trying to place upon another your own downtrodden and miserable existence when those in same have done nothing but offer you a lift of up and commence?

Being an altruistic idealist in the early years and a man holding strong values and morals, perhaps it is upon myself, this blame, that too often I find I carry along with such a magnitude of disgust for others.

Gradually moving along towards that transition from an altruistic idealistic being to the more mature, having "taken my lumps" reckoning realist, it would be obvious to any man or woman, that a certain loss of innocence transpires along this journey, which can wear even the most sturdy of minds, bodies, or souls weaker.

After more recent events, and when I find myself pondering what happened to good ole' neighbors that use to share in every of life's most grand of events, let me fall back to this moment with you now while I have an ear as you read, whence I knew of such disgust in another from personal experience and that I once again should have learned this lesson earlier, but yet still hope to find another worthy in life as I so hope to within this mind where I retain this glimmer for hope, an ember barely left to burn.

This being the most recent example of  a conniving individual ..." A cowardice manipulative self serving heathen is he who not confronts, as an honest and reputable man will, to another's face, but rather literally stabs him in the back with words of ill will through the voice of his very loved one instead, trying ever divisively to drive a wedge between the two, where a bond, stronger then that wedge will ever be, truly exists."

What differentiates primal animal vs. cultivated and cultured man today...not too much...certainly not too much at all.

I will be on my way now, one less burden to deal with and the wiser for which I had hoped not to be in such this way.

Once I held the social grace of a knight until my strength wore thinner and my age older and patience, still a virtue, unattained,... or perhaps given up upon... the metamorphosis had transcended me as I was ever creeping closer towards reclusivity...an old man aging with a gray beard lengthening and bones creaking and cracking and a body emitting an odor of slow decay and all the while by myself through choice now all alone... this pine box that held me tight.

I had not known betrayal for quite a while now and the granite that rest over me had not too much to say, however poignant it was my epitaph that read like an old fable of Aesop's with a lesson for others to heed...

" Here lies just another Hermit - A heart and soul broken just one too many times. "

Political Folly ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

Ravenous republicans carving up lunatic lazing liberals with tongues ablaze in prolific profanity.

Arguing altruistic issues with time wasted and waning, progress so traded instantly for insanity.

Liberals laughing at such juvenile anguish and anger, such angst so defiantly and deviously displayed.

A fortunate future, in these divisive parties' ploys of ruinness rhetoric, that future forever and ever dashed and delayed.

Republicans reloading, as the opposition recoils with disgust as they are obliterated and overrun.

Flashing back fluid signs of patronizing peace and offering holistic hugs, they all fall one by one.

Relentless republicans roaringly rushing onward, outnumbered 9 to 5, their agenda a must at any cost, never to ever be denied.

Liberals, sipping and puffing, day dreaming and fantasizing, while both political parties bought with cash and sin based in lies.

Corporate bigwigs buying virtual votes, each polarizing political party in the role cast as nothing more then dividing big business tools, while we all constantly get consistently cajoled like fools.

Dumbing down the cascading crumbling country, as we all futily frantically financially drown, left aghast with fearful frowns, while wearing nothing but fancy comical crowns, bankrupt and alone left in sullen somber shock, while we silently watch and drivel and drool.

Walking With Giants ~ A Short Story ~ MobiusTripz

It was a great day.

I sold beer, lots of IPA's, water, lemonade, and tons of pounds of ice on this hot day at the music festival...and this was for four hours with new friends as the music echoed off of the mountain just behind me fro the stage that lay just in front.

My shift was over and it was my turn to partake in the same that I had just finished delivering as I walked the fairgrounds and took the entire experience in with my light headed buzz and jovial attitude...walking around and meeting as many people as I could and talking up a storm looking for that next adventure...Mom had just passed away and we had yet to bury her...I was looking to heal and music was the order of the day alongside new found friends now family.

I found some "giants"...these three very tall men at more then six feet each in height and they were finishing their day of sales and told me to come back after they broke down the vendor area they had...they said they liked me and offered me a future brew upon my return, and so I offered my help denied at this instant and promised my return so soon...and hour.

Within this hour I met a photographer who took my picture a million times as I stood speaking to some famous man I had no idea who he was...we were just having a great moment ourselves talking about art and music and little did I care who he was until that camera came a stole our peace and solitude..but it did not matte really...we were all in a good place and doing what we each do...enjoying the time as we each do...differently from one another but sharing the moments together that unfold and make life's experience worthwhile...beautiful really. I still wonder who he was.

He split to go to the musical venue that was inside as there were stages both inside and out...so I spoke instead to the photographer...all about taking pictures...the art of it all...the love we both shared too for this art...he kept saying how famous that guy was...and I kept saying wow man totally unimpressed...you idolize him, but we were sharing a good time before you came taking pictures where I never then got to say goodbye...he understood and apologized. He asked if I knew who it was and I said I really do not care man...I am here to heal. What? Heal brother..it has been a tough journey lately and I am not interested in the plastic of life anymore...I seek substance. The IPA was heavy and so was my language...we tried to make it into the event as I put on my staff shirt and said he would document everything...he did have a killer camera after all and all the great to go with it. Just like in a movie I was not on "the list" and my "event staff" shirt was the wrong color.

Time to move on...I went behind the vendor booth I worked to a picnic table to sip and listen to the music as the sun slipped away and the night sky blackened. The music was mesmerizing and I watched one lady near by just dance and act as though she did not have a care in the world. Her boyfriend was like me, just alone at a table next to me...watching. We all finally shared kind words and I asked her...excuse me Mam, but what are you on?...Are you a cop...I laughed at her question? Well if I was I guess I would have to tell you, and no I am not. May I have some now please? The rest of the night unfolded after I danced with her, this beautiful soul. Man she was smart, I mean brilliant smart, but so very eccentric most would think she was a lunatic...I told her how cool I thought she was and and that she was my kind of woman, my kind of person...just cool and fun to chill with and talk too. Then I told her I hated that I had to arrest her...ha ha just kidding. We laughed and I told her I had to split as the adventure must move forward and I had friends to meet around the corner. We agreed if we never saw one another again to know we really shared mutual love for one another and to always remember that. I sure do, and I am certain she does too...it was just perfect like that.

So I went and found the "giants". I really liked these guys and they did me too...it was a neat and quick friendship. I was handed several beers and then was invited on a walk about...of course I said hell yeah lets go !!! That was my entire point of all of this...the adventure I chimed in.

I told my new found friends, before we left, that they could call me their dwarf, because you could already see the hilarious looks when I was standing with them, as I am only 5'7". They laughed a genuine laugh as we talked about other topics. We were all from the same original area and had a lot in common to bond with so it was easy to be friends with these guys. I told them how it had been a very tough few months with Mom terminally ill and now passed and that I did not want to dwell on it or speak about it other then that this was my time for me to heal and reset. I needed this break...tears rolled right down my face anyway...hard to not cry when you have loved and then lost. They were such great guys...I hope to see them again someday...maybe this year ???

As we now started our walk about, my main giant reached a hand back and offered me something as he asked if I knew whet these were...I said hell yeah !!! He said be careful and to only consume a little now and save some for later. I assured him I knew what I was doing and swallowed the entire handful...a lot !

As it was dark we sought women, music, and campfires. We came upon one place and drank beers and listened to tunes. Then we went to another place...nearby but it seemed so different and so far away at the same token.

There was a fire and a couch that was round and all these beautiful women sitting in a circle as we sat around the outside of that circle in the grass. I laughed and said, wow, I am in heaven !!! They laughed. I proceeded to explain that on this night, whatever I thought of came to me in minutes, and this was actually indeed the truth, but I told it in a comical way.

I told them I was here with the giants as they would protect me from myself and others as I journeyed into this night looking for...well you all !!! I said check this out...I can prove it. I worked four hours before my night began and I had no cash on me at all anymore, as the little bit I did have I spent on dinner and several beers. I said since then when I had a thought of something I desired, it just appeared. So, not having a beer, I said like watch this...I need a beer, and placed my hand out...within seconds I had several. I told one girl that she was gorgeous as this other dude was trying to get closer to her...not in a bad way but in a ind and caring way. You could see it in their eyes and it was beautiful. I had been silent a while but asked them if I could speak...address them all. I told them about 12 of us what I observed. I told her she was like Eve in the garden and I felt like we were all in the garden of Eden but that this dude was her Adam. I said she looked like a beautiful heavenly angel too. She was perfect in every respect and she adored these kind words and looked flattered. I explained life is short and what my recent life had been like and all the tragedies that I had experienced recently. I told them I am a young 47, but them being in their 20's and 30's , I explained death was a thief and to make the best of today. Love one another and harbour no ill will. I cried as I told them how beautiful they each were and how much I appreciated being amongst them in this perfect moment, the only reality...this very perfect moment right now. I told them I strive to find these perfect moments and that when I know I am residing within one I can feel it. I asked if they to could feel it, and they all agreed that they could and that it was indeed a very perfect moment. Sometimes in life we get these times that are so perfect you know you will never forget them...more importantly you will never forget how they feel. I told them, these new friends but strangers before, that I loved them and hoped that the future would always bring great promise to them. We talked of other things and I began to feel a little ill, as my heart has arrhythmia and acts up, so I returned to the silent listener.

After this time around the imaginary round couch with maidens but by the very real fire and friendship, I wandered to another place with my beers and bros. All of a sudden people were all over the place. Fast paced, hurriedly scurrying about and setting up chairs in the wooded area...like we were going to a concert in the woods. There were folks, beers, and a dude had a guitar. There were cameras all over the place...not single shot cameras but cameras to film the event.

He asked me if I wanted to play and somehow knew I liked to play my own version of Hendrix's Hey Joe..I said sure and reached for the guitar he was holding but then he said not yet my friend.

I was wondering what was happening...it was quite surreal. I sat in a chair with others around me I was talking to and I was feeling much better after my heart calmed down. My heart does this from time to time...it is my new normal and matters not what I am doing. I had my pick in hand from just a few moments earlier and kept ahold of it while sipping my brew and chit chatting with others as he played. He came over again and asked me to play but teased me with the guitar as I reached for it...pulling it away again. I had already felt like I was surrounded by actors and actresses.

He played a few songs and I openly laughed very loud at his renditions and said he was terrible. I purposefully was sabotaging anything good that might happen because if I am going to be on any stage it will be the stage I created and no other mans.

People looked at me like I was an asshole, and I told them I was. I still held the pick alongside my reservations about if I even would play if he so offered. The cameras were rolling, people were still gathering, he was still playing and saying there was going to be a guest appearance. It was getting weirder and weirder by the minute...fuck man it could have just been the mushrooms.

Some new folks sat close by and engaged in conversation with me like they knew me. I said a few words and told them that they were all just terrible actors and actresses...again rather loudly while there was singing and this guy playing guitar. It definitely threw things off  in the musical department with all of them.

He came over again with this beautiful guitar and even though I saw him from the corner of my eye, I did not want to turn to address him. I let him approach as he thought I could not see him. He then asked if I wanted to play now, for a third time, and I reached for the guitar, smiled real big, and said no, as I put my outstretched hands down and mumbled a few choice words and then laughed...or something like that. I am not trying to pull a Brian Williams...it was just a bit of a blur as these folks were fucking with my mojo...I was there to heal...at this beloved event...not there to be made an ass of in someone else's production...who the fukk were these people and how did they know where i was and who I was...was I anyone to any of them ???

Thinking back...fukk...that was  huge handful...hmmmm...am I imagining this so vivid...fukk no !!! ...but this sure was strange...well yeah I do write a lot and I do play music and record it. Did I just sabotage my one and only chance in life...like so many times before? ..well...only because I am no fukkin puppet for anyone...anyone can take their cash and shove it up their arse if they think they are ever going to prop me up like a billboard to generate money for them on my talents alone. I will not let the business destroy the purity of the art, the experience, the reality of life I adore...ever !!! How did he know what song I like to play???or that I had my own version of it? My mind was spinning, but just spinning in a normal way like if this was happening to you too ! The people all quickly cleared away and it was desolate as I pondered all this weirdness. I was virtually alone. I stood up after a while...I had enjoyed that it was quiet once again...that was part of the peace and tranquility I was seeking. As I stood up to walk and venture further, oblivious to the time of night now morning, all of a sudden again a flurry of activity all around me (3 a.m.) and people are walking around all over like we are on the streets of new York city on a bust business day ! WTF !!! I asked these folks at a tent what the hell is happening with so many people walking around out here in the woods by the campsites? The y said it was normal. I said oh really...so you have been here two nights and like you would know what the fukk normal is !!! These folks split too one by one...I stood there...again not feeling too well...my fukkin heart. I could feel the ashen paleness as my heart slowed. This young woman claimed I was freaking her out just standing there. I told her I was harmless and that I was freaking myself out too and asked for a water...please. I explained that I would be on my way but that I just did not feel very well and explained my heart was fluttering. She said she would call event staff...I laughed and said they were already here...keep in mind it was just us now.
She said what the fukk are you talking about are you nuts? I said well yeah I am nuts, but here look at my shirt, as I lifted my thin jacket to reveal my event staff shirt. She was shocked. I assured her again that I would leave in a few minutes and asked again if I may have some water...please now !...other wise I may be dead and hanging out longer then she would like. She got me a water. I said thanks very much and promised her that I would be gone within 5 minutes once i felt a little better ad thanked her with true and genuine appreciation. She finally was at ease.

It was that time to depart and I walked down the trail back towards where I had come from so many hours ago. There were tents and campfires all over as far as I could see in those woos.Tightly packed and just glowing through the morning fog. It looked like a civil war encampment. I walked a little further and was back at the main parking lots within the fairgrounds and then saw the sun coming up. I saw one of my giant friends and just waved and smiled...dragging along. He looked like a mirror image doing the same. I could tell he had a great night too.

I did have a great night. There were many wonderful things about that night that have stuck with me. More importantly then anything were my new friends and a sense of real healing.

My heart is a mother fucker but that's life. I dragged myself outside of the fairgrounds and up the road a mile to my car. I rested a good while with the car running and the heat on and some light music playing. Finally I awoke from my rest and went home and rested a good long while like I always do if my heart acts up, as it is just draining.

That day and night combined unfolded like many chapters in a great book. One day I will highlight more of those details, like listening to the Great Spaghetti Incident, for example.

Mom had passed away after watching by her side a terrible and tragic heart and gut wrenching demise.

I needed time to heal and this was the exact event that was ordered for the times. I needed to escape exactly as I had and the healing did indeed happen.

Sometimes it takes a few loving and caring people to take you on a journey, discover new friendship and reestablish trust in other s and in turn yourself, and reconnect with normalcy through others.

No harm, no foul. A natural journey of self exploration and expression down a path to healing.

Was this trip even real?...or was I just napping back at the picnic table after a few hours of work at the festival?

Had I confronted my own fears of self sabotage? Do I lift some folks with love and laughter so shared as my normal healthy self and creep some folks out as I over indulge in alcohol at times of poor decisions? Do I drag along because I am so worn out from my adventures, fitting enough in nine hours of marathon partying that it was like several nights had passed? Did I find the healing I had sought to start with?

I did find that healing indeed. It was a time for me to reflect and accept in new surroundings and appreciate all that was and all that will come to be. It was my rebirth exactly as I had envisioned it, but not in such great detail as this.

The time as it passed was anything but a blur. It was vivid with lessons and most importantly, wonderful caring beautiful people that shared so much with me on a deep personal level.

If the world was full of more folks like I met that evening and morning, there is no doubt we would have much more healing and much less hurt. We would have a plethora of love and little if any hate. We would have caring and compassion to replace selfishness. We would have words of substance and weight instead of empty promises. We would all have giants protecting us all the time, we would have a place of easy rest and laughter by a fire surrounded by beautiful people in perfect moments that you really do want to last forever.

Thanks for helping me heal.

Of course I still miss my Mother dearly, however the pain that I carried there that day evaporated into that morning fog, as Mother would insist it should have, and the metamorphosis had happened once again...the healing and the constant change as we grow and evolve.

You are all my giants.

Slipping Away In Musical Vibrations ~ Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

slipping away into an ethereal grip
vivid light tracers the wall adrip
whats your poison so declared that you do sip
then chased by indian pale ale so hip

drums echoing rhythmically upon a wall of rock
this mountain captures souls that flock
resonating vibrations no words but they talk
herbal incensual medicine delivers never balks

experience so real the spirit natural is rising
agitated future thoughts so quickly demising
in this moment only present no longer hiding
decloaked on the wind and now heavenly gliding

flying higher with the vibrations awrought
what can be the future being currently sought
answers abound within that cannot be bought
getting in touch so natural not taught not taut

deconform and float away residing in hues
of skies colored psychedelic pinkish purply blues
inside forthcoming only answers so true
one and one now united no longer two

divisive social control exit and so ceases to exist
no longer residing on some covert sketchy agency list
abstract projections viewed heavenly dew on your lips
no longer a prisoner once you have escaped the programmed trip

cool damp fog rolls in and covers the vivid dark fair ground
the sun peaking while peeking through piquing through sound
voices a chorus sung in echoing rounds all around and a round all around
with these friends together in unity forever deeply now bound

perspective shifted in an instant while healing lays just ahead
lets the past now dormant sleep in eternal peace like the dead
never again any thoughts of deep dark nasties or decrepit dread
powerful molecule dancing through synapses clears the head

Awakening ~ Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

Awakening to life anew,
tough times just passing through,
looking forward no longer blue,
I always journey back to you.

No safer place to run and hide,
no warmer place then by your side,
alone I often fight and ride,
looking for favor while turning the tide.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
to life anew.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
the place I always journey to.

Yesterdays of deep black pain,
slip away once again,
returning now back to sane,
almost beaten by this game.

Pushing onward feeble and weak,
uttering words no breath to speak,
looking forward to that which I seek,
life this journey no easy feat.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
awakening to life anew.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
the place I journey to.

Awakening now reborn so strong,
stamping out all evil and wrongs,
playing messages shared through songs,
determined as I move along.

The only future I have ever known,
me at your side and you in your throne,
Faith has never left me prone,
I am returning from the combat zone.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
to life anew.

Back to you,
back to you,
back to you,
the place I journey to.

~ Groundhog Day ~ A Story of Utter Insanity ~

I would like to share two stories from personal experience, one recent, and one a measure of failure through time.

First of all today, speaking to some wonderful folks that are active in the Neighborhood Watch Program here in Cumberland, Maryland, I want to share a few observations.

Now maybe I have this all wrong, but the folks I spoke to were fine outstanding octogenarians which all told me these "chapters" (forgive me if that is not the proper terminology) are either greatly decreasing in size and participation or have entirely folded!

I see a huge and glaring problem there which is an asset to our community not being utilized today as it should and for no good reason. A solution to some of these issues that has proven for decades to work being neglected, and it is not their fault, as they have held the reigns steadfastly, it is our obligation and duty to take those reigns which we somehow fail to see too often today in this situation and others just like it.

I spoke with wonderful women that you could just tell were absolute sweethearts, reminding me of my Mother who just passed at 81 so forgive me if I am personal but it is who I am, and they stated their concerns for me and their concerns for where we are headed. These folks are a part of the greatest generation ever! They deserve us to step up in a huge way for them, like they lived their lives for us, offering all that it is we are truly blessed with today, all too often overlooked and under appreciated!

I could not help but cry on the phone when one woman told me she was cold after I asked how she was during my introduction to her on the phone. She new it, and I explained that she sounded like my Mother...well to make a long wonderful story shorter after she assured me she was o.k. and did not need any assistance right away, she shared a great wealth of knowledge with me which I intently listened to.

Ultimately, most of what I have already shared I garnered from these three women, and not a single one of them complained either. They were proud as proud should be, and not like we see it on display today.

Please check on your older neighbors often, especially now in this wicked cold. I hope to meet with one of them soon, gather some vest for our volunteers on this event, and I hope restore The Decatur Heights Neighborhood Watch Program, where I reside, as I understand it is defunct now. Who will join me, please?

Please Inbox me here and help me to reach out with volunteers and build all of these programs back together strong. We already have the tools in place to do it quickly, it will only take a coordinated effort, little time, and some work together to help insure we are all connected and watching over one another,...further restoring the sense of community we should always share together.

The next story breaks my heart too.

I will not state any names, however a young man in the news repeatedly lately for various arrests grew up just down the street from me.

He would help me work on my car at times and other times we would speak about sports, and he memorized everything from ESPN about athletes and their statistics, he understood many sports very well and in depth including strategies of both offense and defense...we just looked forward to talking sports when I sat out with the other "old guys" on spring, summer, and fall days, just catching up with one another at the end of those weekdays.

I saw a bright future possible, but I also knew of a family history and current activities not conducive to his well being or that bright future so very possible, if just for the proper guidance. I then watched as years passed and the spiral began and I tried my best to explain these choices that are poor are a trap and make you only make more of the same... well, another disappointment that just continues to get worse.

I feel that we failed him, our system failed him, and not that he has failed us. The signs were present long, long ago and the child was screaming for help while far too many did nothing in a positive and caring manner of any true and real long term lasting effect. I do not see this as a unique case either, I see it as all too common.

When our system fails to follow the guidelines ethically that have been so set forth, we only set the future up for further trouble for the child victim that turns adult and all of the rest of us too. I have watched it and I know this as truth.

That cycle must be broken,... the system in place that has proven to be effective when properly exercised through all of its constructive channels that is failing us has to be examined, and those not doing their jobs be it through an oath or a moral obligation should be terminated from their responsibilities. Their lack of doing their respective jobs properly does indeed cost incalculable resources and all too often lives,... plural.

I have no children, but he would have made such a fine son.

I read and hear so many bad mouthing him today instead of questioning what went wrong?...how do we prevent that from repeating?...and simply asking him face to face how are you and can we talk man to man because I care?

I can be as harsh as I need to be, but inside I am caring and loving and always holding out hope for that miracle...and that miracle is something I believe we all create together.

In closing, we need to be tough on crime from the beginning initial introduction by law enforcement and insure that corrections, through the judicial system, is offered the chance it can provide as well. I will candidly state I am not about locking anyone up like a caged animal and throwing away the key when there is a clinical chance for them to become decent members of society again, where they can contribute in some manner, however on the other hand, when the types of crime escalate and they are truly becoming hardened criminals as well as institutionalized and have committed heinous acts against others, then I see no alternative as poor as that fact of reality may sound. It is historically a system, that once introduced into, it is very difficult to rightfully walk away from with any hope of a real future. I hope someone somewhere reads this and realizes that the end of this road leads no where decent and the cycle can stop right now with the proper professional help.

So I shared these lengthy stories because I feel obligated to share my own real life experience and observations, that also fit my educational background, in the hopes that we may realize we are at that point right now today that we are failing in many areas pertaining to these issues of topic today, none of which have short term solutions. Some short term solutions will certainly go a long way towards righting the ship, however it will take those with some long term planning and solutions and perhaps personnel "shake ups"  in some entities.

The time is today on this journey to scrutinize these aspects in great detail and fix our shortcomings as efficiently as possible.

Who will more likely commit the same or a worse type of crime in the near future, all things being equal, other then the one criminal getting a slap on the wrist or even less and the other serving a reasonable amount of time after a proper evaluation in every aspect, including counseling after release, and enough of an overall penalty after the fact to make them realize mistakes so dire in nature do indeed have extreme consequence?

I feel like it is the Super Bowl and we are trailing by 5 and it is 3rd and goal on the opponent's 4 yard line and we have the best running back in the game but decide over and over again (because it is Groundhog Day in this hypothetical situation) to throw a pass which is intercepted thus sealing the victory for the other team because we used poor judgement...and yet we get another chance, over and over again, and still do the exact same thing. That is the exact definition of insanity to me, would you not agree in that situation?

Neighborhood Advisory Commission - Cumberland, MD

Tonight's NAC meeting has been CANCELLED due to weather.

The next meeting will be Monday Feb 23 2015 at 5:30 at City Hall - join us!

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