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By MARY CAROLE MCCAULEY and MARY CAROLE MCCAULEY,SUN REPORTER | March 5, 2006
When Ellen Handler Spitz was 8 years old, her mother arranged for her visually attuned daughter to spend each Saturday in the studio of a local female sculptor. Though the child had access to modeling clay and tools, the sculptor left her alone. Side by side, each worked on her own projects. "I was allowed and even, as I realize now, expected to become completely absorbed in my work," Spitz writes in her new book, The Brightening Glance. When her mother arrived to pick her up at the end of each session, "her sudden appearance felt like an electric shock ... which I experienced rather like awakening from a daydream, when you cannot believe time has actually elapsed."
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By Frederick N. Rasmussen and Frederick N. Rasmussen,SUN STAFF | June 11, 2005
Raymond Louis Walston, who lost his heart to the Big Top as a child growing up in East Baltimore and spent the rest of his life as a magician and clown bringing smiles and laughs to children of all ages, died of lung cancer June 4 at Gilchrist Center for Hospice Care. He was 81 and had lived in Essex and earlier in Fort Howard. Mr. Walston, who was born in Baltimore and raised on North Potomac Street, was a graduate of Patterson Park High School. He served with the 80th Infantry in Europe during World War II, where he attained the rank of sergeant and was decorated with a Purple Heart.
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By Todd Richissin and Todd Richissin,SUN FOREIGN STAFF | April 20, 2003
BAGHDAD, Iraq -- Sometime during his imprisonment, maybe when he was hung naked with his arms tied behind him and guards were beating him, Salah Abdul-Kareem was as good as dead. This is known only because he is alive. He speaks softly, slowly, nervously. When he reaches for the most painful memories, his hands tremble as if a residual shock is passing through them. Sometimes when he talks he looks intently at a spot only he can see, as if viewing a film clip of the memory he is relaying.
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By Laura Cadiz and Laura Cadiz,SUN STAFF | November 23, 2000
The last thing Jack Hubberman, 71, remembers is bending over to grab his luggage at Baltimore-Washington International Airport. His heart stopped. He collapsed. His wife, Jackie, screamed for help. US Airways flight attendant Judy Smith rushed over to help. When she learned that Hubberman had heart problems she called for an automatic exterior defibrillator, tore open Hubberman's shirt and attached the machine's electrodes to his chest. She saved his life. "If they didn't have [the defibrillator]
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By Laura Cadiz and Laura Cadiz,SUN STAFF | November 23, 2000
The last thing Jack Hubberman, 71, remembers is bending over to grab his luggage at Baltimore-Washington International Airport. His heart stopped. He collapsed. His wife, Jackie, screamed for help. US Airways flight attendant Judy Smith rushed over to help. When she learned that Hubberman had heart problems, she called for an automatic exterior defibrillator, tore open Hubberman's shirt and attached the machine's electrodes to his chest. She saved his life. "If they didn't have [the defibrillator]
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By David Rocks and David Rocks,SPECIAL TO THE SUN | October 30, 1997
PRAGUE, Czech Republic -- The invisible hand of the market turns out to be no match for the strong arm of a cabbie, prompting the Czech Republic's free-market-worshiping economists to reconsider their year-old deregulation of taxi fares.One enterprising driver, according to reports, managed to charge his hapless passenger 8,500 crowns ($258) for a ride of less than a mile. Another drove up on the sidewalk and tried to run down a couple who complained of having been overcharged.Yet another furiously drove a passenger from his destination back to his point of departure when the passenger protested that the meter was running too fast.