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| | Sunset over St. Michael's, Maryland. |
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| | Zack disappeared from his office at The Daily News, so I took over for awhile. |
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| | Mike Days and Vince Kasper are still at The Daily News. |
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| | Kitty, a former Guild president, still tells off city editors in the newsroom. |
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| | Joe Daughen took this photo while Denise made sure we didn't steal Elvis. |
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| | Jon Weir was an editor at the late Philadelphia Bulletin. |
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| | Three members of the old Daily News nightside crew: Maria, Gene and me. |
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| | Newsday film critic Gene Seymour at the Pen & Pencil Club. |
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| | Maria Gallagher free-lances as a food writer now. |
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| | Thomas Paine Cronin: re-elected, unindicted and ... learning how to snuba dive. |
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| | Kitty Caparella and her Sept. 11 art. |
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| | I met Cindy Burton in 1979 at the A.C. Press. Now she's at the Inquirer. |
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| | What's a visit to the Daily News without a photo of Elvis? |
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| | I got a chance to see non-newspaper types, too: Laura, David and Carol. |
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| | The Ridley Creek Falls are right outside Medard's home. |
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| | Retired World Gamer, Medard Gabel, at his Ridley Creek home. |
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| | Oooh baby, oooh baby, oooh baby, ooooh. Pete and his NJ babes. |
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| | There's Pete with his hand .... Some things never change! |
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| | Bob Kerr wonders how Pete can get away with it. |
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| | Alice Cranston (right) hosted us in Ocean City. Cathy Heneghan (left). |
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| | Maureen convinced us that she should have worked at the Atlantic City Press. |
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| | Chuck played a little guitar when we ran out of jokes and old stories. ... Huh?! |
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| | Got some shopping in, too. Kaitlin's jewelry is fabulous! |
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| | Bennett Kerr celebrated 11 years on the planet on our 8th anniversary. |
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| | Donna was on "official duty" at the festival. |
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| | This is where it all began .... |
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| | We got a table for 12 and ate lobster dockside in Gardner's Basin. |
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| | We think Pete approves. He came all the way from Colorado! |
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| | Robin brought her mom, Pearl Lichten, to the seafood festival. |
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| | We actually spent more time outside Philadelphia ... |
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| | With Ruth, my old sailing buddy |
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| | And Jim Martin, on his last sailing adventure. The sailing bug never bit him. |
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| | Absolutely perfect sailing weather. |
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| | A mad woman took the helm at one point. |
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| | Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jim hates sailing. |
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| | The boat's owner, Mickey; Gilbert; and the sterns of Chuck and our boat. |
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| | Doesn't get any better than this. |
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| | A couple of skipjacks were out when we pulled into St. Michael's. |
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| | Gilbert enjoys the sunset and a rum punch at the bow. |
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| | A three-hour tour on Sunday before the wind kicked up to 35 knots. |
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| | The "newlyweds." Eight years after being married in Philadelphia. |
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