Johnny Fox was a performer at the Maryland Renaissance Festival. He got cancer this past summer but survived it long enough to perform at one last festival. I was there for his first show on the first day back, where the audience – which was familiar with his work – was thrilled to see him. As was I. Continue reading “Rest in Peace, Johnny Fox”
I was very sad about the death of Tom Petty. He was originally famous in the 70s but I didn’t really learn to appreciate him until Full Moon Fever. Runnin’ Down a Dream got played on my Walkman over and over again. Continue reading “Rest in Peace, Tom Petty”
Here’s a review of Mr. Hockey: My Story by Gordie Howe I wrote a couple of years ago. I spoke to his son, Mark, shortly afterward, only to learn he hadn’t actually read the book yet! I can’t imagine, however, there was anything in the book his son didn’t already know.
Rest in peace, Mr. Howe!
On May 8, 1991, my neighbors, Joseph (12) and John (11) Augustine died in a car accident on the corner of Route. 29 and Crestmoor Drive.
I didn’t find out until I got home from school when I got a phone call from a local reporter who asked me for a comment. It was the first I had heard of it and needless to say, I was upset. (Years later, I learned of another death from a reporter who called me.)
Today, it’s been 25 years since it happened. Their parents still live in the house next to the one I grew up in, where my father still lives.
Here is the original Washington Post article.
Rest in peace to my uncle Vincent Bell.
November 27, 1946 – February 19, 2016.
Great uncle, great father, great man.