Our Say: And they’re gone, Annapolis. How this Sine Die feels different.

Once upon a time, in a place called Annapolis, the end of the annual confab by state lawmakers was met with cheers. Not the confetti-and-balloon whoop-de-do presided over by the late Mikes — those legendary legislative leaders Busch and Miller now the stuff of history — but the sense of shared relief from everyday Annapolis. Nothing against state lawmakers from far-flung parts of Maryland. Many of them are genuinely nice people. There just always was a sense of emerging from 90 days in the bunker after Sine Die — loosely, Latin for till next time — was declared.