Rick Hutzell

I spotted Baltimorehenge. The sun lined up just so in the west, sending a bright shaft of light down East Lombard Street, glowing from the Bromo Seltzer Tower on the horizon directly through my windshield at Calvert Street.

At the five-year mark, it seems like the right moment to reflect on the pandemic and ask whether we learned anything from it.

A Virginia Republican running for governor there launched a campaign ad with the slogan, “Don’t Maryland My Virginia.” Gov. Wes Moore laughed it off. I’m not so tolerant.

Something Olha Radchenko told me: “It’s either the whole world will win or it’s going to be Russia.” President Trump made very clear last week that he disagrees.

How could any teenager worth the title resist the chance to submit an entry tweaking the congressman for his tone-deaf dismissal of concerns held by many constituents and fellow Marylanders?

There are warning signs that a $33 million grant critical to completing the Annapolis climate resilience project at City Dock will not materialize.

If legislation in the General Assembly passes, all 760 gun dealers in Maryland would have to distribute pamphlets on suicide prevention and conflict resolution.

Every year, Annapolis Restaurant Week rolls around and the message is clear. Eat out. But is it worth your time and money? It’s one of seven things to do in the coming week.

Time waits for no dog and, in my heart, love for each of the 14 I've had has merged as I look back. Atop that big stash of emotions, for many reasons, is Rooster.

Seeing the significance of 47 guns accidentally brought to BWI can be hard. It’s not at the airport. You would have seen it if you had been with me Monday in an almost empty Annapolis courtroom.