Here's the link to today's column. I've been working on this story, off and on, over three months, watching Howard Fry's progress, or lack of it, in finding a new place to live, learning more about him and his relationship with his mother. It's a complex story, and I arrived, with summer intern Rafi Tamargo, some 18 months after the brutal crime. So it's been a challenge to understand who Howard Fry is now compared to the Howard Fry with hands and legs. Had he not been attacked in so brutal a way, Howard would likely be living on the margins, but independently so.

The bit about crime victim's compensation is a joke -- the state couldn't find a 100 bucks to send this man's way.

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A journalist colleague and history buff, big fan of Ken Burns, had this to say about The War: "First episode was flat, dull and ponderous. Very, very disappointing." Yeah, and no George Will waxing poetic about major league baseball during the war years.

From Diane Holloway, writing in the American Statesman: "It's too long, too slow and too ponderous. Burns needs an editor in the worst possible way. His latest offering, which he has described grandly as 'an epic poem,' could have been a deeply moving, thought-provoking film at about four to six hours in length.  . . . Instead, he wanders off into hours and hours of retelling history, bouncing between the Pacific and the European fronts and getting bogged down in details that have little to do with the vets or their hometowns. He gets sidetracked covering ground that's already been covered (and covered better in some cases) in films such as 'Saving Private Ryan,' 'The Thin Red Line,' 'Band of Brothers,' 'Flags of Our Fathers,' 'Letters from Iwo Jima' and 'Schindler's List' and Tom Brokaw's seminal book, 'The Greatest Generation.'' If Burns had maintained his focus, 'The War' could have been brilliant."

From another blog: "Basically another greatest generation pledge drive bonanza for PBS."

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From Dick Parsons:

I have been reading with interest the discusssion about Little Taverns. The Baltimore County Public Library Library has an image of the one at 25th and Greenmount, dated 1979.  We don't have one of the Little Tavern at 6414 Holabrid Avenue. I  think that I will send someone out to photograph it.  We do have an image of the Circle Drive-In at 535 Dundalk Avenue from the 1980's. You might pass the word on to Todd Holden and Cadet Third Class Matt  "Papa" Peck about the Greenmount Avenue image. If they are interested, please ask them to e.mail me at rparsons@bcpl.net . While the item is new to our holdings and not yet scanned, I will hurry up the process so that I can e.mail  them  a scan if they want one.     

Here's my original column, from 2003:

Little Tavern shops, burgers retain charm of nostalgia
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Published on Thursday, December 4, 2003
© 2003 The Baltimore Sun

   DURING A road trip down scenic Route 1 the other day, I looked up just long
enough to notice a familiar white building with a green roof and rusty neon
signs among the rug-remnant stores, old motels and car dealers in Laurel -- a
Little Tavern shop, neither vacant nor covered with graffiti.
   That was worth a U-turn.
   This Little Tavern was open for business.
   It had not been transformed into a Swedish bookstore.
   It had not been seized by a church group for Sunday meetings.
   Nor had it been spruced up with new awnings and turned into a sub shop.
   This Little Tavern appeared to be what it always was - the original
American hamburger joint where the waitress still calls you "Hon" and a sign
still suggests that you "Buy 'em by the bag." (Bag of 12 burgers now costs
$7.79.)
   Sherman, set the Wayback Machine to, say, 1963!
   Here we find dozens of Little Tavern shops throughout Maryland, from
Baltimore to Silver Spring. They all look about the same, too -- narrow
structures with faux-cottage fronts, white brick or white metal trimmed in red
or green, situated on odd-shaped lots, sometimes squeezed between larger
buildings like Monopoly houses.
   Inside, there's lots of stainless steel, but no grill. There's white tile
on the floor. There are a few stools for customers, and a takeout counter. A
sign above the work area says, "Please pay when served." College kids and
late-shift workers crowd the place at midnight. Guys who suffered heavy losses
at the racetrack stop in for a cheap supper. The windows are coated in steam
on a winter night.
   Little Tavern shops sprouted out of the Depression and represented the
first phase of fast food in mid-20th century America. Customers could count on
finding them -- and other chain restaurants, White Castle and White Tower --
when they traveled from city to city, and the burgers would taste the same
everywhere.
   There are thousands of baby boomers who remember visiting these places and
eating the half-dollar-size Little Tavern hamburgers, steamy-warm inside a
soft roll, with a pickle and a sprinkling of onion.
   Little Taverns slowly disappeared, or new owners transformed them to suit
their needs. You can still find some around Baltimore, in various states of
transformation, and there are two still open for business here -- one on
Eastern Avenue, another on Holabird Avenue. There's a seasonal Little Tavern
in Ocean City.
   But only one, the Little Tavern on Route 1 in Laurel, apparently sticks to
the simple formula that made LT famous to begin with -- hamburgers ready to
eat, cheap and genuine American comfort food.
   "We wanted to keep what the founding fathers established," says Alfred Roy,
who owns the two LTs in Baltimore and the one in Laurel, and speaks of the
establishment of Little Taverns in the 1920s the way some patriots speak of
the birth of the nation. "We're saving a piece of history."
   The historic authenticity of the Laurel eatery derives, in part, from the
fact that there is no deep fryer on the premises there. So you can't get
french fries, and the place never has that gag-greasy McDonald's smell. And
you won't find a waitress with plastic gloves fixing subs. There's no
Vegetarian Delight on the menu, no salads.
   It's just burgers. (OK, you can get a few other simple sandwiches, if you
insist upon it, and a cookie, or a doughnut, but not much else.)
   It's the burgers I saw being consumed in impressive quantities when I
stopped in for lunch twice this week. Working men in winter overalls, men from
vans with PVC pipe and ladders on their roofs, traveling salesmen in suits,
men in biker duds and full-body tattoos, local businessmen and senior citizens
for whom a stop at Little Tavern appeared to be daily ritual.
   "I want one burger with one extra pickle and extra onions," said a man who
had exact change for his snack in hand.
   Most people seemed to buy at least three burgers at a time -- for $1.99.
   "The biggest order I ever had was for 240 little burgers," says Carol
Mitchell, who runs the 24-hour shop during the day. "It was for a nostalgia
party, a '60s party ... .
   "I have customers from West Virginia, Virginia and Pennsylvania who go out
of their way to come here," says Mitchell, who has worked at the Laurel shop
for 12 years and called me "Hon," "Honey" and "Darlin'" interchangeably.
   Nostalgia without question is what drives some people to the Little Tavern.
That's part of the comfort you get from this indulgence - the idea that a
small, handmade hamburger can taste just as it did 20 or 30 or even 40 years
ago, the years having added no pretense, or even french fries.

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All due respect to The Greatest Generation, but this story has been told -- over and over again. And there have been some great efforts across the years in books and documentaries and feature film. You can look it up. Do we need to go over World War II yet again?

The Ken Burns thing -- the style and form of documentary -- hey, it's great. Love the guy. Love his work. The Civil War was tour de force. It's practically un-American, and perhaps downright philistine, to feel otherwise. But this time around, with this particular subject, the form has become stale and the pretentiousness is extra thick.  . . .  Why, my good fellow, if Ken Burns hasn't made a film about World War II, it just hasn't been done.

Excuse me, but it has.

Plenty.

And, based on what we saw last night, at least as well.

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More on Little Tavern from Todd Holden in Harford County:

Dan...

Al Roy is in the Dundalk Tavern nearly every day, watching while the ladies hand make the burgers from freshly ground beef... I think he only has the two, as you mentioned...it’s all over when he decides to hang it up...a great guy, very down to earth and his background is a story in itself.   Don’t really know him that well, just whenever I get within ten miles of his Dundalk shop, well, you know how it is with the lure of the Little Tavern...

Just have to stop... My dad and me would always hit the Little Tavern on Greenmount ave. whenever  we visited folks from Harford county in Union Memorial Hospital lo those many years ago... And during night school, the Tavern on Old Joppa road across from Hersh’s Orchard Inn ...was a regular stop for a ‘bagful’... Great place...an icon, like Pollock Johnnies...all ploughed under by the corps...

Cheers...

Let's help this cadet out with his questions.

I recently came across an archived story about the Little Tavern Shop in Laurel, MD that you had written and would like to ask for some further information. I realize the story was written over five years ago. However, since you are from the area I was wondering if you still frequent the shop? Actually, I guess it would be more fitting to ask if the shop is still open. You had said in your article that the owner Alfred Roy owns two shops in the area. Where is the other shop? And finally do you have any further information on the “seasonal” shop located in Ocean City? Thank you for your time and consideration on this matter.

Very Respectfully,
Cadet Third Class Matt "Papa" Peck
United States Air Force Academy - 2010
Cadet Squadron Thirty - Knights
Communications Clerk
USAFA Curling Club CIC
FearTheDodo.com

Dear Papa (may I call you that?): I think Roy's second shop, at least at the time, was in the Dundalk area of Baltimore County. I believe the one in Laurel is still open, but might have changed hands in the last couple of years. I'd need to check. Maybe my readers can help with your question about the one in Ocean City. I know there's one downy ocean, I just never get to O.C.

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I said this a few years ago, and yesterday's story on the juvenile crab stock in the bay prompts me to say it again: Place a one-year moratorium on crabbing; tell the watermen to find something else to do for 365 days because, if we don't do something soon, they'll be out of business for good. Many have already put their pots in storage because of what's been happening out there.

"Perilously close to collapse" is how the Chesapeake Bay Foundation characterized the crab population more than a decade ago. A moratorium saved the rockfish; it can save the blue crab. (And spare me the argument that the rockfish resurgence has destroyed the crab population; humans will take close to 50 million pounds of crabs out of the bay this year.)

All things considered -- the demand for crabs and the amount of population growth in Maryland and Virginia, the decline of bay grasses, the repeated warnings of biologists -- I don't think this is an extreme measure.

From my Sun column, 1999:
Even watermen in Virginia think there's a problem with crabs.
   Let me repeat that: Even watermen in Virginia think there's a problem with
crabs.
   The term "hardhead" refers to two things in the Chesapeake -- the Atlantic
croaker, a fish of the family Sciaenidae that emits a croaking noise, and
Virginia watermen. Those guys have for years resisted anyone, especially
biologists from Maryland, who dared suggest they significantly restrict
harvest for the sake of conserving a fishery.
   But now they're getting the message that Maryland watermen have been slowly
coming to accept: We've exploited the blue crab. It's time to lay off for a
while. Even a moratorium on harvesting shouldn't be out of the question.
   Do I exaggerate?
   I just go by what the scientists have been telling us for a while now. They
have a pretty good track record of figuring these things out.
   "Perilously close to collapse" is how the Chesapeake Bay Foundation
characterized the blue crab population four years ago, when it called for a
year-round deep-water sanctuary -- a no-catch zone -- from the Bay Bridge to
Cape Henry.
   A survey by Maryland's Department of Natural Resources in the winter of
1998 found the number of young crabs below average.
   Last spring, a report from the Chesapeake Bay Program concluded that the
bay's crab population was "fully exploited."
   Last summer, Maryland recorded its worst crab harvest on record -- and
that's with 26 million pounds taken to the dock.
   In Virginia, crabbers took a paltry 35 million pounds out of the bay and
then, as usual, went after crabs over the winter, dredging the mud in the
mouth of the bay where the critters hibernate. The winter harvest in Virginia
was "disappointing," we're told.
   So even in Virginia they're concerned.
   Remarkably, watermen down there asked the commonwealth to stop issuing new
crabbing licenses, and the Virginia Marine Resources Commission obliged with a
one-year moratorium.
   That's good news (especially if you already have a crabbing license). It
shows some growth in thinking. For years the mentality has been: These things
go in cycles, the crabs will come back, bureaucrats and biologists ought to
stop micromanaging and leave the watermen alone.
   But let's face it: Aggressive harvests, year after year, combined with
other factors -- loss of vital bay grasses in the great crab nursery of
Tangier Sound, resurgence of the crab-crunching rockfish -- lead to a
dwindling crab population.
   So the consistently bad news -- just recently, a reported 30 percent loss
in bay grasses in Tangier -- is enough to convince me to pull out of the crab
market. I don't eat them. My boycott started in August and, except for a minor
slip to sample crab soup at Peerce's Plantation, it's held. I haven't put a
chicken neck on a line for a couple of summers.
   Of course, it's not like the situation is dire. You can get crabs. When the
Chesapeake harvest doesn't meet demand, wholesalers get crabs from North
Carolina and the Gulf states. If you have friends visiting Baltimore and their
hearts are set on eating steamed crabs, and you're willing to pay the high
market price -- $25 a dozen steamed, I heard the other day -- you can get your
fill.
   But unless you ask, you don't know if you're getting a Chesapeake crab or
an import.
   Personally, I don't want the imports. Our restaurants and seafood markets
shouldn't have to rely on them. I want the blue crab to come back in big
numbers in a thriving Chesapeake, our home waters, and at $12 a dozen.
   That's why I'm taking a break from crab houses for the rest of the year.
   Am I saving the bay?
   I figure it this way: I've eaten my fill of Maryland crabs over the past 22
years, I can lay off for one. It might help. Maybe others will think about it.
   This is a way of saying to the people who make these decisions: If you want
to cut back dramatically on the crab harvest in Maryland, it's OK. Forget the
politics. Shorten the season, retire some commercial licenses. Do it, if you
think it'll make a difference.
   If the short-term result is fewer crabs to market, fine. We'll get by. If
we want Chesapeake crabs in big supply and at reasonable prices for years to
come, then we should support efforts to temporarily but significantly restrict
the harvest. For consumers, that means resting our mallets for a while.
   Nutria, anyone? Tastes just like chicken.

 

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Thank you

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 . . . has died at the age of 84. No record of any last words.

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Our president is such a low brow. (I thought dufus was a better word, but a couple of readers objected, so, out of respect to them and the office of the President of the United States, I'll refrain from calling W. a dufus today.)

Still, he did it again: He said "John" Hopkins twice during yesterday's White House ceremony honoring the Blue Jays men's lacrosse champions.  (Bush didn’t quite pronounce “Pietramala” correctly, but we can give him a pass on that.)  In 2005, when the Blue Jays assembled for presidential recognition, Bush also called their university -- one of the finest in the nation -- John Hopkins.

Listen here:

http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2007/09/20070921-7.html

The White House transcript compilers cleaned it up again, too.  I wonder if they went back and changed “Mission Accomplished” to read, “Here’s another fine mess….”

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The Hopkins lacrosse team is set to go to the White House on Friday, along with other NCAA championship teams, to be honored in a ceremony with President Bush. The Blue Jays were last there in ’05 -- the year of the Northwestern women's team flip-flop flap -- and W. referred to "John" Hopkins three times when citing the team’s national championship. The White House press office cleaned it up in its transcript of the president’s remarks, but every Hopkins person who heard him -- everyone with a pulse, actually -- winced.

The burning question now: Will the Leader of the Free World again botch the name of one of his country's leading universities? He has a history of being unable to get this right. I'm told that early in his presidency, he visited Hopkins Hospital for some event and called it "John Hopkins" then. Does anybody at the White House tell the president he's a dufus?

We'll be watching Friday, and listening.

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Kurt Kolaja's fine documentary, Charlie Obert's Barn, has been included in the Bend Film Festival in Bend, Oregon. The film had its public rollout at the Maryland Film Festival. I don't know why it hasn't aired on public TV in Pennsylvania or Maryland. It should.

His Dutch ancestors erected Charlie Obert's barn on a farm in Crawford
County, northwestern Pennsylvania, some time in the early 19th century. Some
time in the late 20th century, Charlie Obert's grandson took the barn apart
with the idea of turning it into a new house on Maryland's Eastern Shore, 426
miles away. And sometime in the early 21st century - about six months ago -
the grandson finished a delightful documentary film that tells the whole
story.
   The documentary was years in the making.
    The house still isn't quite finished.
   But that's OK. Labors of love, like the families that inspire them, have a
tendency to go on and on - and in the Oberts' case, it took six generations of
farmers and one generation of filmmaker to get the story to this point.
   Kolaja's film is a gem. It chronicles the barn's abandonment, its
disassembly and its reincarnation as a house for duppies (displaced urban
professionals) on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Kolaja is smart and
experienced with the camera, but he's also a witty writer. His prose style
walks up to folksy then backs off before it's too late. His name is Kolaja
(pronounced Ko-lie-ya), after all, not Keillor.
   Now for the disclaimer: I have known Kurt Kolaja long enough that I am
still allowed to call him Skippy.
   It seems to me that he has been working on the documentary about his
grandfather's barn since the mid-1980s, when I first knew him, but it turns
out the project has been in Kolaja's mind's eye longer than that.
   Indeed, some moving images of the late Charlie Obert appear in the
documentary briefly; these scenes of the old dairy farmer were shot on film in
the 1970s, back when Kolaja worked for a TV station in Erie, Pa., and the
promise of "Film at 11!" was real.
   Kolaja, still as playful and as mischievous as a teenager, is old enough to
have straddled the film-video-digital generations of television news. All
forms of motion picture appear in Charlie Obert's Barn.
   When I first met Kolaja, he was shooting news and sports video in Baltimore
for WBAL-TV, back in its Action News days. ("Look for us, we'll be there/
Action News is everywhere/ from the Allegany Mountains, down to the Eastern
Shore ...")
   He moved to other TV news jobs and, eventually, to the freelance market.
For a time, he specialized in shooting those friends-you-can-turn-to
commercials for TV news operations around the country, from Atlanta to
Altoona. (In Altoona, Kolaja once made a promotion for a TV station attached
to a pretzel factory.)
   We have kept in touch for years. He, his wife and daughter left Baltimore
in the 1990s and they ended up buying waterfront land in Chestertown. It was
around that time that I started hearing about the barn and the house, Kolaja's
opus.
   This was all part of his effort to preserve something that easily could
have been lost - his grandfather's barn, a hemlock-and-oak heirloom up in
Crawford County, near Lake Erie.
   Charlie Obert was the real deal, a dairy farmer who did not own a car and
hardly ever left his cows. When he and his wife had to visit nearby family on
a holiday, they went by Farmall tractor.
   What happened to the Obert farm in the years after Charlie's death in 1983
was typical: An heir decided to sell it. There would not be a seventh
generation of Obert farmers, a fact that caused some hard feelings in the
family, deftly documented by Kolaja.
   The new owners, who planned to turn the Obert place into a nursery and
Christmas tree farm, wanted no part of the old barn. They intended to tear it
down.
   That's when Kurt Kolaja decided to save it - or at least save what was
salvageable.
   Using pieces of the old barn to build a new house became his dream.
   He hooked up with a Pennsylvania architectural preservationist and
carpenter named Gary Coburn, and Coburn agreed to take the barn apart for
future use.
   Kolaja figures Coburn was able to save about 80 percent of the old framing,
most of it hemlock and poplar timbers that had been hewn by hand nearly 200
years ago and locked together with wooden pegs. A lot of the siding was set
aside for use as cabinets and doors in Kolaja's new house. In all, about 3,000
square feet of Charlie Obert's Barn went to the Eastern Shore.
   Coburn's craftsmanship made the new house possible; he cut and fit the
salvaged timbers and he raised the frame in place on Kolaja's property in
Chestertown. Few other contractors wanted anything to do with the project;
they did not find it interesting or challenging, and gave firm refusal to the
opportunity.
   My old friend Kurt Kolaja ended up doing a lot of the interior carpentry
himself, and he documented the whole thing with his cameras. The result is an
amusing and happy film - and a pretty good house.

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Al Pacino as Slade in Scent of a Woman:

No, I'm just gettin' warmed up. I don't know who went to this place, William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell -- whoever. Their spirit is dead -- if they ever had one -- it's gone. You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea goin' snitches. And if you think your preparing these minnows for manhood you better think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills! What a sham. What kind of a show are you guys puttin' on here today. I mean, the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. And I'm here to tell ya this boy's soul is intact. It's non-negotiable. You know how I know? Someone here -- and I'm not gonna say who -- offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn't sellin'.

Trask: Sir, you are out of order!

Slade: Outta order? I'll show you outta order! You don't know what outta order is, Mr. Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old; I'm too tired; I'm too f--' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! Outta order. Who the hell you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit; there is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sendin' this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are executin' his SOUL!! And why?! Because he's not a Baird man! Baird men, ya hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there . . . . you too!

Mr. Trask: Stand down, Mr. Slade!

Slade: I'm not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words, "cradle of leadership." Well, when the bow breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here; it has fallen. Makers of men; creators of leaders; be careful what kind of leaders you're producin' here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong.

I'm not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future!! And that, my friends, is called integrity! That's called courage! Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie. He's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle -- that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey.

  You hold this boy's future in your hands, committee. It's a valuable future. Believe me. Don't destroy it! Protect it. Embrace it. It's gonna make ya proud one day -- I promise you.

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Paul Newman, as Frank Galvin, in my favorite Newman film, "The Verdict."

Here's the closing argument:

Well...You know, so much of the time we're just lost. We say, "Please, God, tell us what is right. Tell us what is true."

I mean there is no justice. The rich win; the poor are powerless. We become tired of hearing people lie. And after a time we become dead, a little dead. We think of ourselves as victims -- and we become victims. We become weak; we doubt ourselves; we doubt our beliefs; we doubt our institutions; and we doubt the law.

But today you are the law. You are the law, not some book, not the lawyers, not a marble statue, or the trappings of the court. See, those are just symbols of our desire to be just. They are, in fact, a prayer, I mean a fervent and a frightened prayer.

In my religion, they say, "Act as if you had faith; faith will be given to you."

If we are to have faith in justice we need only to believe in ourselves and act with justice. See, I believe there is justice in our hearts.

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Send us your faves. Here are more:

Peggy Lee's imbibing character says:
"Be right along--soon's I have a nightcap."
Response: "Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?"
She says: "I always start around noon, in case it gets dark early."
                                                                      -- from Pete Kelly's Blues

          "Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars. And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were about."
                                                   -- Leslie Howard as Ashley Wilkes in Gone With the Wind.
 
          "Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped."
                                           --Groucho Marx as Dr. Hugo Z. Hackenbush  in A Day at the Races.

          "He doesn't deserve the chair. They ought to fry him standing up."
                                                -- Tough manicurist in 1936 Cary Grant crime movie, Big Brown Eyes

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Non-fatal shootings of juveniles in Baltimore, through mid-August 2007

Date          Status Motive        Victim's Name Sex Race Age Place Occurred
1/2/2007 Closed Unknown   Timothy Watson, Jr. Male Black 16 100 N BELNORD AV
1/5/2007 Closed Other        Kieth White Male Black 17 1100 E BELVEDERE AV
1/5/2007 Closed Other       Jerrod Allen Male Black 15 1100 E BELVEDERE AV
1/5/2007 Closed Unknown   Lafawn Anderson Male Black 15 1100 E BELVEDERE AV
1/5/2007 Closed Other        Devin Edmonds Male Black 16 1100 E BELVEDERE AV
1/15/2007 Open Unknown   Troy Walker Male Black 16 2900 EDISON HWY
1/15/2007 Open Unknown    Trayontay Johnson Male Black 14 2900 EDISON HWY
1/15/2007 Closed Argument   Sydney Roberts Female Black 17 3700 PARK HEIGHTS AV
1/20/2007 Closed Unknown   Timothy Jackson Male Black 17 1919 N BROADWAY
1/24/2007 Closed Unknown   Tavon Brown Male Black 16 1200 N LUZERNE AV
1/28/2007 Opent Neighbor     Shawn Galloway Male Black 17 2400 SOUTHERN AV
2/3/2007 Closed Argument    Dougles Brown Male Black 12 400 N EAST AV
2/3/2007 Closed Unknown     Darius Graves Male Black 16 3000 ARUNAH AV
2/9/2007 Open Robbery        William Carter Male Black 14 3300 PIEDMONT AV
2/17/2007 Closed Argument   Troy Moore Jr. Male Black 16 700 N WOODINGTON RD
2/21/2007 Closed Unknown   Donnell Haley Male Black 17 2100 WOODBOURNE AV
2/24/2007 Open Retaliation  Carlos Chase Male Black 16 2100 W LAFAYETTE AV
3/11/2007 Closed Robbery    Curtis Bailey Male Black 17 1800 BLOOMINGDALE RD
3/11/2007 Closed Robbery     Robert Bailey Male Black 16 1800 BLOOMINGDALE RD
3/17/2007 Closed Retaliation  Dionta Epps Male Black 14 5200 ELMER AV
3/18/2007 Closed Unknown     Randolph Shelton Male Black 17 2700 ST LO DR
3/19/2007 Closed Unknown     Keon Lashley Male Black 16 200 AISQUITH ST
3/19/2007 Closed Unknown     Terrell Harvey Male Black 17 200 AISQUITH ST
3/19/2007 Closed Unknown      Melvin Beckett Male Black 13 2700 HUGO AV
4/1/2007 Closed Unknown       Rahlyl Ford Male Black 17 2600 LOYOLA NORTHWAY
4/1/2007 Closed Unknown       Terry Wells Male Black 16 2600 LOYOLA NORTHWAY
4/9/2007 Open Robbery          Carrington Sturgis Male Black 16 2431 CALLOW AV
4/10/2007 Closed Drug Dispute Kennis Lambert Male Black 17 6200 PLANTVIEW WY
4/11/2007 Open Other              Monae Hinton Female Black 16 2500 REISTERSTOWN RD
4/12/2007 Closed Argument      Antoinette Carrington Female Black 15 1700 N BRADFORD ST
4/12/2007 Closed Argument     Betty Garris Female Black 14 1700 N BRADFORD ST
4/12/2007 Closed Argument     Michael Duke Male Black 10 1700 N BRADFORD ST
4/13/2007 Closed Unintended  Trayon Briscoe Male Black 11 1500 MC KEAN AV
4/15/2007 Closed Unknown      Gerald Jones Male Black 17 2300 MILLIMAN ST
4/15/2007 Closed Unknown      Robert Perlie Male Black 16 6200 CARDIFF AV
4/20/2007 Open Argument      Keyonna Christian Female Black 13 600 BRADDISH AV
4/21/2007 Closed Unknown      Demarris Johnson Male Black 14 6800 FAIT AV
4/23/2007 Open Robbery         Cameron Williams Male Black 15 1500 PENNSYLVANIA AV
4/24/2007 Closed Argument  Shawn Reid Male Black 17 200 N SMALLWOOD ST
4/24/2007 Open Unknown      Martaz Richardson Male Black 17 800 WASHBURN AV
4/25/2007 Closed Unknown  Brandon Lucas Male Black 16 1533 HOMESTEAD ST
4/25/2007 Closed Unknown  Carnell Nibblins Male Black 14 1533 HOMESTEAD ST
4/25/2007 Closed Unknown  Brian Harrell Male Black 17 1533 HOMESTEAD ST
4/28/2007 Closed Argument  Dominique West Male Black 17 1700 MONTPELIER ST
5/7/2007 Closed Robbery      Niko Colbert Male Black 16 1600 PENNSYLVANIA AV
5/7/2007 Closed Unknown      Troy Generette Male Black 17 1139 POPLAR GROVE ST
5/22/2007 Closed Unintended Kenneth Thompson Male Black 6 1500 PENNSYLVANIA AV
5/23/2007 Open Unknown       Rayner Waller Male Black 17 300 N EUTAW ST
5/26/2007 Open Unknown       Donnell Myers Male Black 17 1800 N MONTFORD AV
5/28/2007 Open Unknown       Marcus Taylor Male Black 17 1200 W CROSS ST
6/3/2007 Open Other              Alonzo Coley Male Black 17 2900 ARUNAH AV
6/4/2007 Closed Unknown       Tiffany Waterbury Female White 17 6800 FAIRLAWN AV
6/5/2007 Open Unintended      Donte Lee Male Black 4 2237 CORONA CT
6/7/2007 Open Unknown         Michael Holt Male Black 17 900 POPLAR GROVE ST
6/9/2007 Open Unknown         Devin Jones Male Black 14 3000 STRANDEN RD
6/9/2007 Open Unknown         Shawn Smith Male Black 17 1800 POPLAR GROVE ST
6/9/2007 Open Unknown         Donell Barksdale Male Black 17 1800 POPLAR GROVE ST
6/10/2007 Open Robbery        Antoine Martin Male Black 16 4011 EDMONDSON AV
6/11/2007 Open Other           Ernest Sims Jr. Male Black 17 3000 WESTWOOD AV
6/17/2007 Open Unknown       Dajuan King Male Black 17 200 S STRICKER ST
6/20/2007 Open Unknown      Micah Mayne Male Black 16 5600 SEFTON AV
6/23/2007 Open Argument     Martell Whitaker Male Black 17 4400 CHATHAM RD
6/29/2007 Open Unknown    Derronte Bonner Male Black 16 500 N LINWOOD AV
7/2/2007 Open Unknown      Bernard Bell Male Black 16 5500 GWYNN OAK AV
7/11/2007 Open Unknown   Donte Johnson Male Black 16 2600 DULANY ST
7/16/2007 Open Unknown   Jamaal Jones Male Black 15 1600 MOSHER ST
7/17/2007 Open Unknown   Deonta Johnson Male Black 17 1900 W NORTH AV
7/17/2007 Open Unknown   Paige Bryant Female Black 15 1900 W NORTH AV
7/24/2007 Closed Neighbor   Nicholas Brawner Male Black 14 1 W JEFFREY ST
7/24/2007 Closed Neighbor  Brian Brawner Male Black 17 1 W JEFFREY ST
7/26/2007 Open Argument   Wayne Jamison Male Black 17 3924 REISTERSTOWN RD
8/12/2007 Open Unknown    David Epps Male Black 16 1400 N CAROLINE ST

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