Frederick Rasmussen

5 days ago | baltimorefishbowl.com | Frederick Rasmussen

There are certain holidays and the one you never want to miss is Mother’s Day, which is always observed on the second Sunday in May. So, order those flowers, make dinner reservations, select a piece of jewelry and plan to wear a white carnation, which is the official Mother’s Day flower. A sign on a York Road liquor store last year said it all: “Don’t forget Mom on Mother’s Day.

6 days ago | baltimorefishbowl.com | Frederick Rasmussen

Price Day, who was editor-in-chief of The Baltimore Sun, Evening Sun and Sunday Sun, was a modest and unassuming man. He always dressed in carefully pressed gray flannels which he wore with a blue Oxford cloth button-down shirt and a tie that was perpetually set at half-mast, an open vest or sweater, and penny loafers. A shock of unruly hair, boylike, vied for real estate over his right eyebrow.

1 week ago | baltimorefishbowl.com | Frederick Rasmussen

Fifty-five years ago, John P. Filo, a Kent State University journalism student and photographer, took a picture that jettisoned him into a lifetime of perpetual fame as an eyewitness with his camera to one of the most tragic moments in 20th century American history.

2 weeks ago | baltimorefishbowl.com | Frederick Rasmussen

One of Maryland’s oldest citizens may just be a roadside tree in Ruxton— a majestic white oak (Quercus alba) — that has stood sentinel for nearly four centuries alongside what is now Bellona Avenue. Earlier this month, my Fishbowl colleague Dan Rodricks wrote a touching eulogy to a Mount Vernon Place landmark — the last standing elm that had resided there since 1922 — and collapsed last year during a rainstorm. “Most of us take them for granted, or only notice them when they’re gone,” he wrote.

3 weeks ago | baltimorefishbowl.com | Frederick Rasmussen

Growing up in the 1950s in New Jersey in a family ruled by the Episcopal Church and the dictums of the Archbishop of Canterbury, certainly had its ups and downs, especially for me. Even though we weren’t Catholic, my father said we had to eat seafood every Friday, like our Catholic friends. That’s why I hated Fridays in those years. And he always hit his stride on Holy Thursdays with his stock public announcement.