“In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings, we pay ourselves the highest tribute.” Thurgood Marshall In honor of Black History Month, it’s a pleasure to recognize Baltimore’s own living legend my friend Professor Larry Gibson, a celebrated author of Thurgood Marshall, world traveler, photographer, husband of fifty plus years to Diana, father and proud grandfather. […]
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“How can I say thanks for the things you’ve done for me. Things so undeserved yet you gave to prove your love to me. The voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude. All that I am and ever hope to be I owe it all to Thee. To God be the glory […]
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“Oh, hmm where are you summer why can’t I feel you why have you gone away where is the hot sun that used to warm me why can’t I feel it today? My world is freezing, the wind is breezing, can’t get warm no matter what I do. Where are you summer you left September […]
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Living for the Weekend
“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy for none of them can stop the time. How long shell they kill our prophets while we stand aside and look. Some say it’s just a part of it we’ve got to fulfill the book. So, won’t […]
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“He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, and goodness knows, he didn’t want a lot. He sent a note to Santa for some soldiers and a drum; it broke his little heart when he found Santa hadn’t come. In the street, he envies all those lucky boys, then wanders home to last year’s broken […]
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“My music is the spiritual expression of what I am — my faith, my knowledge, my being…When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something really good for people, to help humanity free itself from its hang-ups…I want to speak to their souls.” John Coltrane “I wish those days would […]
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All the great works of art, the cathedrals – the Gothic cathedrals and the splendid Baroque churches are a luminous sign of God, and thus are truly a manifestation, an epiphany of God. Pope Benedict XVI Perched at the window of our 7th floor office my coworkers and me for years looked out the window […]
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“Hang on to the world as it spins around just don’t let the spin get you down. Think of moving fast hold on tight and you will last. Give your self-respect, your manly pride. Get yourself in gear keep your stride. Never mind your fears brighter days will soon be here. Take it from me; […]
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“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until; at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky […]
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Summer 2017 was a celebration of birthdays, anniversaries, weddings and sadly funerals. Living for the Weekend is dedicating this column to my dear friend Corrogan Vaughn, an avid reader of this paper and column who died so unexpectedly. Corrogan was a political leader who represented the city and State of Maryland with pride, although he […]
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“There’s a time of the day when the sun is going down, that’s the golden time of day. It’s a time that the sun turns gold all around, that’s the golden time of day. At the end of the day when the wind is soft and warm, don’t it make the flowers sway? When the […]
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LIVING FOR THE WEEKEND
“There’s a time of the day when the sun is going down, that’s the golden time of day. It’s a time that the sun turns gold all around, that’s the golden time of day. At the end of the day when the wind is soft and warm, don’t it make the flowers sway? When the […]