A quick story about Martin. I moved to Baltimore not knowing a soul. On my first night in town, I strolled the streets looking for a suitable local watering hole. I settled on an Irish Bar about three blocks from my house.

The bar was packed, but I found a solitary seat at the bar. On the stage was a band, fronted by a man in his late 30s. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans a la The Boss. And he was rocking out on guitar. Impressed, I asked the guy sitting next to me who the band was.

The man leaned over and said, “O’Malley’s March”

“They local?” I asked.

“I guess you could say that…” he smiled.

Then he pointed to the front man and said, “He’s our Mayor.”

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