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Woods: Don’t Mourn, Organize

When I first moved to Baltimore, my wife and I would walk up Park Avenue and I would point at the brownstone that hosted the old City Paper offices. “I’m going to work there,” I would say. When I finally did, I felt like I had been Babe Ruth calling my home run. I’d grown up on alt-weeklies, buying...

  • Breckenridge: I found my voice, but Baltimore is losing one

    Breckenridge: I found my voice, but Baltimore is losing one

    “Do you have a favorite writer on the staff?” Rebekah Kirkman, the City Paper visual arts editor and intern coordinator, asked on the other end of the phone as I paced nervously around my living room. Truth is, I hadn’t read the paper enough to know. “Joe MacLeod,” I answered, after flipping two...

  • Herrick: Commie pot orgy—don’t tell my parents

    Herrick: Commie pot orgy—don’t tell my parents

    I started out at City Paper answering phones, a gig I got through the calendar editor at the time, with whom I worked at Video Americain. Once I made my artistic skills known (by doodling on Post-it notes), I was offered a job in the design department under Athena Towery. The job was more Tetris...

  • Giordano: Everything looks worse in black and white

    Giordano: Everything looks worse in black and white

    In the early days of City Paper, photography was almost an afterthought, with small, single images—usually a portrait or a photo of a restaurant front—illustrating long stories. Starting with the editorship of Evan Serpick, who published the first online galleries, photography become as important...

  • Ericson: So long, City Paper, and thanks for all the fits

    Ericson: So long, City Paper, and thanks for all the fits

    The woman who called to get the hose turned on sticks in my mind. It was a few years ago, during a heat wave. She lived in public housing, and the outside faucets didn’t work. Maintenance had shut them down for some reason. The kids were hot; it was too far from one of the few remaining open public...

  • Callahan: Joy, pain, and nausea

    Callahan: Joy, pain, and nausea

    When I tell people who apparently do not read City Paper that I work for City Paper and mostly cover art, I often hear in response something like: “That’s good—we need positive press about Baltimore. It’s not just murder and drugs here.” Because I rarely have the energy or patience to go down that...

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