Can’t believe it, but I actually agree with the Board of Contributors’ Mr. Blatchford on something. His recent column bemoaned Jamie Raskin, those who protest Frederick’s horse-drawn carriages during the holidays and Montgomery County transplants who bring too much of M.C. with them.
First up, I’ve got nothing against Raskin. He’s an ethical politician who looks out for his people. If people of the Republican persuasion choose not to believe that, ain’t nothing I can do about it. Just try not to look a gift horse in the mouth, please.
Horses drawing carriages. C’mon, people. Those horses love the festive air of the town as much as humans. These horses have a very good life. They are bred to haul things and rarely get the chance. They are not being mistreated. Really.
The Montgomery County-ing of Frederick. Yes, I am one of those immigrants. I lived in Montgomery County for 57 years, and then I moved to Frederick, breathed a sigh of relief, and appear to have fit right in. But I left Montgomery in the dust. And I will do all I can to keep Frederick a place where farmers, students, artists, poor folk, rich folk all enjoy walking downtown and hanging out. Many look you in the eye and say hi. I tried that in Montgomery — it did not work nearly as often as it does here. I start up casual conversation in the grocery line and everywhere else so much more easily here in Frederick.
I did not move here with a self-righteous agenda. I came to fit in and be influenced, not influence. When I meet others who came from Montgomery, I explain how it is different here. The urge to “get ahead” here is less an influence than the joy of slowing down, dining really well, and savoring community. I’m thinking we need to avoid thinking of metropolitan transplants as newcomers who threaten our Frederickness and be more proactive in politely approaching them as if they are freshmen and we are juniors. I prefer not to gripe that they are here and prefer to show them just how it is here in Frederick.
Says the M.C. transplant. Oh, well. I’m trying.