how we met
Wayyyy back at the end of December 1995, I was a concierge at a fancy Baltimore Inner Harbor hotel. Occupancy rate at that time of year runs around, oh, 15-20%. Needless to say, there wasn’t much for me to do. So I read the papers at my desk. Specifically, the CityPaper. I went through the letters to the editor, perused the year-in-review
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