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Susan Souders Obrecht, Former Baltimore Magazine Owner, Dies at 61



Courtesy Hoyt Funeral Home
Courtesy Hoyt Funeral Home

Susan Souders Obrecht, former owner of Baltimore Magazine, the Towson Times and other publications, died Sunday at her home in Greenwich, Connecticut. She was 61.

RIP Wes Craven, Johns Hopkins Alum



You know how tragic celebrity deaths always seem to come in threes? This week, we lost the lovely Oliver Sacks, and then shortly afterward horror maven–and Johns Hopkins alum– Wes Craven.

Many Fond Goodbyes to Former Sun Editor John S. Carroll



John S. Carroll, consummate newspaperman and former editor of the Baltimore Sun, died yesterday morning at age 73.

The Day Davy Jones Did Baltimore


Twenty-five years ago, smiling profusely, exuding his ineffable English schoolboy cuteness, and sporting an aggressive mullet, Davy Jones parachuted into — of all places — Westview Mall on Route 40 West, not far from Catonsville, to hawk his just-published as-told-to biography, They Made a Monkee Out of Me. (Mind you, he didn’t literally parachute onto the premises — presumably, he was driven there by some factotum.)

A cooing legion of women — mostly middle-aged hausfrau hons with their understandably confused daughters in tow — rapturously greeted Jones, who obligingly charmed them with spirited patter, before settling in to sign copies of his exclamation-point-riddled, vanity-press book, dashed off one year after he reunited for a successful album and tour with former Monkees mates Micky Dolenz and Peter Tork. (Fourth Monkee Mike Nesmith had sniffingly declined to participate.)

Sweet but not saccharine, Jones dealt with each of his votaries graciously, chatting amiably, clasping hands, and even submitting to cheek kisses. More than an hour later, he sat down for a congenial interview in a nearby mall meeting room with, if memory serves, the only reporter who posted for the event — me, on assignment for City Paper, along with a staff photographer, both of us unabashed Monkees fans awkwardly attempting to maintain some semblance of professional cool.

Finally corralled by his handler, Jones bid us a good-natured goodbye, exited Westview amid the echoing sighs of a gaggle of lingering fans, and, quite likely, made his way to a similar scenario in a similar mall in a similar suburb of a similar city. Veni, vidi, vici — all that. Hey, this really happened.