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THE OLD YEAR drifts to a close, and takes with it some treasured names. The latest is Morris Martíck, the restaurateur who ad libbed his way through 88 years and then slipped away from us the other day. All the obituaries said he was a character. They made it sound like a lament.
And it was: for a man, and avanishing breed.
Martick was a character the way die great ones always are. He lived by his own rules and not society's. He followed his own idiosyncratic bent and not somebody else s arbitrary dictates.
There was a time when Bawlamer seemed to lead the league in characters, but they're a diminishing species, aren't they?
The names alone evoke several eras around here, some of them gone forever and some just moved away from Baltimore: Boogie...