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As I was growing up, so was Baltimore, Maryland. In these memoirs, an attempt was made to capture some of our quaint practices, customs, eating habits, and even wonders, like the bay. "Bawlmer, Merlyn" in essence is probably no different from similar tales that could be told by a guy from Chicago, or New York, or maybe even Los Angeles-because the threads used to ravel the creation may very well be universal. Ah, but the final tapestry's beauty, or lack thereof, depends on the weaver's care and expertise. Was I witty? Truthful? Believable? Mainly people from Bawlmer, Merlyn, will know the answers to these questions. Oh, hopefully some "fur-ners" may appreciate the efforts made herein, also. But, my friend, only time and exposure to the public can make the decision. Ultimately, you the reader, shall be the final judge.