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The Jock And The Judge: Annapolis’ New Celebrity Royalty.
We all know the jock, Maryland’s favorite son, Baltimore Orioles’ great “The Iron Man” Cal Ripken Jr. When Ripken got his divorce following 30 years of marriage, put his $12 million dollar home in Reisterstown, with a baseball diamond on… Read More ›
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A Clean, Well-Lit Room and an Elevator To Escape The “Nada.”
In a Hemingway’s short story he showed the way to escape the pain of the “nada.” In order to survive with dignity, to cheat the “nada,” one has to find a place, a pleasant place, “with the light, a certain… Read More ›
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Annapolis, Streets Always Crowded
Church Circle, This town’s marquee Ringing bells of 300 hundred years Opens a curtain, Two shows a night Coming and going Ghosts get in free. Going at midnight Aging in my walking Limping red brick to red brick Toward… Read More ›
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2016 “OLD MY ASS” AWARDS
As the year comes to a close, it is time to honor those who don’t stop pursuing life and actually show age is just a number. #10 (Feb.) Peyton Manning At age 39, became the oldest Quarterback to win a… Read More ›
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Grain of Sand
Don’t underestimate your life, Your dreams or your place in history. I know you feel as “just a grain of sand” Among trillions, helpless and caught in just one wave Among trillions crashing onto shores. Life and others will… Read More ›
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OUTSIDE BAR
OUTSIDE BAR Humid night in June Under an ascending crescent moon. Fingers twisting her matted hair behind one ear Pulling it all to one side Leaving a shoulder bare. Her beauty is crescent And I, drinking my beer… Read More ›
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Cool Hand Trump: “I Can Eat Fifty Eggs.”
In the opening scene of the 1967 movie Cool Hand Luke, Paul Newman’s character is seen cutting the heads off a small town’s parking meters, destroying two long rows of bureaucratic parking slot machines with no payout. It… Read More ›
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The Last Thing To Go
Where kisses go that’s been kissed, All kisses ever kissed? A list of things pressed to my lips, Foreheads, cheeks, inner thighs, Bourbon or the sweeter sister rye. There must be an immortal trace Of kissing, Like judgement for my… Read More ›
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The Night of Temptation Eyes
My teenage hormones were out of control. Every day I saw my brother Larry come and go in his new, mean-green AMC Javelin. A 343 cubic –inch, four-barrel V8, 280 horsepower machine that went from zero-to-sixty in less than… Read More ›
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DANGEROUS PALEFACE
Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey. There is an establishment… Read More ›
