In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks still bravely...

Forty nine years ago today, I awakened at the Davis home in Suffolk, VA still feeling the effects of my bachelor party from a week prior...

Last year I donated my dad’s papers and photos to the Baltimore Streetcar Museum. My daughter Brittany was surprised by that transaction,...

My oldest childhood friend is David Carter Christian, or “Chris” as he is still known by his sister Dale and me. Our moms...

Growing up in the Baltimore area I never gave a lot of thought to whether I was a southerner or a Yankee. As a lifelong Orioles fan, I...

With the recent whistleblower revelations that Facebook had chosen profit over the best interests of our Country, it is time. With the...