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Free Wi-Fi Throughout Baltimore? Tech Leader Says It’s Coming Soon

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Deepak Jain, founder of AiNET (left), speaks with attendees at a public discussion at the old Hutzler’s Palace building on N. Howard Street.

Baltimore will soon have free Wi-Fi throughout the city, and it will start on the west side of downtown under a plan being formulated by a Maryland businessman.

Top Stories: Hutzler Bros. Palace Building to Reopen for Exhibit, Pugh Seeks New Members for Commissions and Boards, Russian Spy Ship Looms Off Md. Coast

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The most popular story on Baltimore Fishbowl this week was Ed Gunts’ weekly column containing details about The Contemporary’s newest planned exhibit, which will reopen the Hutzler Brothers Palace Building department store for the first time in three decades.

The show, called “The Ground,” will transform the former store inside the building at Howard and Clay streets into a labyrinth-like showcase of artist Michael Jones McKean’s sculpture and other physical creations. In addition to a special exhibit featuring a renowned artist, guests can enjoy a chance to see the inside of the flagship Hutzler’s department store that hasn’t been open to the public for a very, very long time. The show opens tomorrow and runs through May 19.

Here were our other most popular stories from last Saturday through today:

Hutzler Brothers Palace Building to reopen; Mechanic Theatre site in limbo; Fox building rezoning; and more

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The Hutzler Building

The Hutzler Brothers Palace Building on Howard Street hasn’t been open to shoppers for nearly three decades, and many Baltimoreans have never been inside.

But visitors will get a chance to see the historic department store starting this week when The Contemporary museum opens an exhibit there in collaboration with the building operator, AiNET.

1962 Chevy Impala: A Memoir by Caryn Coyle

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Baltimore writer Caryn Coyle weaves a true story of classic romance and classic cars.

The crush I had on my dad faded when I was a teenager.  I was selling shoes at Hutzler’s Department Store and met a startlingly handsome man.  He had dark hair and eyes as blue as my father’s.  His voice was soft, jovial.  He smiled as he leaned on the counter, next to me, writing receipts.  I was a wreck and I did not want the evening to end.

When the store closed, he asked if he could walk me out.  At the store’s entrance, he told me he’d see me again if I was working the next day.

I was three years from getting my driver’s license.  My dad was my chauffer, but I told him not to come the second day of the shoe sale unless I called him.

The following evening, I walked through the store again with the handsome man.  I told him I had to call my dad for a ride.  Tilting his head, he smiled at me, “I’ll drive you home.  Where do you live?”

He pushed one of the department store’s double glass doors for me and there was my dad’s 1962 Chevy Impala.  The car rolled slowly up to the wide concrete curb by the store’s entrance.

My dad’s window was down.  “Oh.  You have a ride.”   He was cheerful, matter-of-fact.  The car never stopped and he drove away.  I was stunned.  Embarrassed.  Furious at my dad.

I could feel the cold pavement through the soles of my shoes.  It was winter.  February.  1972.  “That was my dad,” I finally said.

He nodded, “He probably just wanted to be sure his little girl was all right.”

My embarrassment lifted and I followed him through the parking lot to an identical Chevy Impala, the same year as my dad’s.  He opened the passenger side door for me and I slid in.

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