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Category Archives: Annapolis
ANNAPOLIS IN LATE SUMMER
Four days a week I go to a gym, and three days a week I take a long walk. For readers of The Man Who Asked to Be Killed, the scenes above and those immediately below are from the road Buddy … Continue reading
Goats, anyone?
I never gave goats a thought until last spring when I read Joyce Renwick‘s posthumous short-story volume In Praise of What Persists. A goat stars in the story “The Goat.” “I kept finding the goat wandering in the dining room, or … Continue reading
Posted in Annapolis, blogs, book reviews
Tagged Eco-Goats, Goats, In Praise of What Persists, Joyce Renwick
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Governor O’Malley: Reality Imitates My Fiction
I threw into the air half of the only glass of wine I held on the evening I spent, sort of, with Governor O’Malley. Todd and I sat among Todd’s fellow Naval Academy faculty in the living room of a … Continue reading
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Tagged Martin O'Malley
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Swimming at the US Naval Academy, 1942
Above and below reblogged from shotmen.tumblr.com Life – Swimming at the US Naval Academy – Myron Davis – July, 1942 – 5e70964cd34ac649 Life – Swimming at the US Naval Academy – Myron Davis – July, 1942 – a15f6b6f6dea258c
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Naval Academy Midshipman marching in Annapolis
With the Drum and Bugle Corps and Pipes and Drums
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Tagged Navy football march to the stadium
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Strange where life takes us–in my case, I’m thinking of a book signing in Annapolis.
32 years ago, almost to the day of my book signing at the Hard Bean Cafe (9/20&21/14), a new friend–like family to me now, our shared mutual warts and all–picked me up in his mid-sized Oldsmobile as I waited on … Continue reading
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Tagged The Man Who Asked to be Killed
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Permanent Makeup and chicken soup
From Terra Ziporyn’s Permanent Makeup: “She understood that the moments we call the past, present, and future coexist, so that everything that had ever happened or would ever happen was always present, and of equal consequence. For that reason, she supposed, … Continue reading
Annapolis chilly scenes of winter: city dock, state house, Main Street, mouth of the Little Magothy River, and Woods Landing trail
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Annapolis winter
The mouth of the Little Magothy River, Woods Landing.
Annapolis in winter, Woods Landing near Cape St. Claire–an ice-coated bridge I didn’t cross
Three times during my life in the Mid-Atlantic I’ve fallen on ice. Once I was hustling along through what I thought was light snow on the sidewalk and the next thing I knew was sliding half a block on my back. … Continue reading