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Saturday, August 25, 2001

20010824 Columnist Barry Rascovar is leaving the Baltimore Sun

Sun's Rascovar to retire next Friday

Aug. 24, 2001 by Josh Kurtz, Staff Writer

ANNAPOLIS -- It's official: Barry Rascovar, the influential political columnist and deputy editorial page editor of The (Baltimore) Sun, will end his 30-year career on the newspaper next Friday.

Maryland politics may never be the same.

"The Sun paper's losing really one of the premiere columnists," said state Comptroller William Donald Schaefer, a former governor and Baltimore mayor. "He was never very good to me. ... But I think he had some of the best insights into politics."

Rascovar, 55, accepted an early retirement package offered this summer by the Tribune Co., the Sun's Chicago parent.


For 10 years as a reporter and 20 years as an opinion writer, Rascovar has been one of the most visible and powerful observers of Maryland politics.


Some friends of Rascovar's privately grumble that he was the victim of a power struggle with Jacqueline Thomas, the editorial page editor who was brought in to replace Rascovar's friend and mentor, Joseph Sterne, who retired in 1998.

Read the rest here: “Sun's Rascovar to retire next Friday.”

Saturday, August 18, 2001

20010818 A conversation between God and St. Francis on the subject of lawns

A conversation between God and St. Francis on the subject of lawns:

August 18th, 2001

GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and Nature. What in the world is going on down there in the Midwestern part of that place they call America?

What happened to the dandelions, violets, and thistle I created eons ago?

I had a perfect, no- maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with great abundance. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honeybees, and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now, but all I see are these green rectangles.

ST. FRANCIS: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers weeds and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

GOD: Grass? But it’s so boring! It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds, and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It’s temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord, they go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.

GOD: They cut it? Do they bail it like hay? ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

GOD: They bag it? Why is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

ST. FRANCIS: No sir, just the opposite, they pay to throw it away.

GOD: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow, and when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?

ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.

GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut down on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows down the growth and saves them a lot of work.

ST. FRANCIS: You aren’t going to believe this Lord, when the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.

GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It’s a natural circle of life.

ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: NO. What do they do to protect the shrubs and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?

ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

GOD: Where do they get this mulch?

ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them to make mulch.

GOD: Enough. I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re in charge of the Arts. What movie have they scheduled for us tonight?

ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It’s a real stupid movie about..........

GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.


20010818: Turfgrass, Lawn care, Lawn Grass, Bagging Grass, Yard waste

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