Julie Scharper

1 week ago | thebaltimorebanner.com | Julie Scharper

A grand jury this week indicted Roger Myers, a longtime gym teacher in Baltimore County Public Schools, on 22 counts, including third- and fourth-degree sex offenses, second-degree assault and sexual abuse of a minor. The case arises from Myers’ interactions with two students at Deep Creek Middle School in Essex, where Myers has been employed for the past school year. Myers, 61, has worked for the school system since 1996 and taught for decades at Parkville High School.

2 weeks ago | buff.ly | Julie Scharper

At the Baltimore Streetcar Museum, he was “Buster,” a founding volunteer with a long gray ponytail who spent half a century sanding, painting, rewiring and renovating old streetcars. To gay activists, he was “Charles,” a founder of the some of city’s seminal queer organizations, an organizer of Baltimore’s first Pride celebration and a fixture in the city’s progressive Abell neighborhood. Until his death at age 78, Carl Patrick “Buster” “Charles” Hughes kept his passions on separate tracks.

2 weeks ago | thebaltimorebanner.com | Julie Scharper

At the Baltimore Streetcar Museum, he was “Buster,” a founding volunteer with a long gray ponytail who spent half a century sanding, painting, rewiring and renovating old streetcars. To gay activists, he was “Charles,” a founder of the some of city’s seminal queer organizations, an organizer of Baltimore’s first Pride celebration and a fixture in the city’s progressive Abell neighborhood. Until his death at age 78, Carl Patrick “Buster” “Charles” Hughes kept his passions on separate tracks.

4 weeks ago | thebaltimorebanner.com | Julie Scharper

A friendly Ocean City waiter looked at us blankly when we asked what new things there were to do in town. Finally he said, “Have you ever been to Assateague?”Yes, we have. If you regularly vacation in Ocean City, it’s easy to feel like you’ve done it all before. That’s part of the draw, of course. There’s something comforting about riding the same ferris wheel and eating the same frozen custard you did as a kid. But sometimes you want to do something a little different. Especially on a rainy day.

4 weeks ago | thebaltimorebanner.com | Julie Scharper

Each summer, as my dad drove our family across the Route 50 bridge into Ocean City, I unrolled the back window and stuck my head out like a dog. Sea gulls whooped overhead, sunlight flashed on the bay and the ferris wheel spun slowly at Trimper’s Rides in the distance. The breeze sprayed a scrim of salt on my skin. “Ocean City, here we come!” I would shout to my parents, siblings and grandparents. As a child, I dreamed all year of this moment. My sister and I began writing a packing list in March.