The spot serves up serious aesthetics (think: lovely glassware, kababs and tahdig on silver trays, and thoughtful garnishes) that are uncommon in strip-mall dining.
He was only the third amateur photographer to ever land the front page, but Allen didn’t care about the acclaim. What mattered was that his pictures had not been reframed to fit some pre-existing reputation of his hometown.
"We linked up together and formed bonds with people we would never talk to under any other circumstance," reflects author D. Watkins, "and then from park to park, we balled harder than the sun shined."
We talk to the authors about 'Where Tomorrows Aren’t Promised,' a compelling coming-of-age story set largely around Baltimore’s rec centers and schools.
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