I first saw the National Aquarium soon after it opened, in the early 1980s. It was amazing, as was the Walter’s Art Museum.
Later, I saw the Science Center, and boarded the Constellation and rang her bell; ate oysters and crab cakes at the Harbor Place eatery.
My maternal grandparents were young musicians who met and decided to marry when they were both students at the Peabody Institute.
As recently as 20 years ago, you could walk down Charles Street, Water Street, Light Street, with no fear.
I wouldn’t travel to B’More now, for Anything.
I saw it in the early 2000s.
Had to kill a few hours waiting on a lawyer appt.
The only other time I braved that hellhole was to rescue a maltreated Argentine Boa that had lived 20 years in a tiny aquarium.
Got in, grabbed him and GFTO there in record time.
He had a happy 5 years and I hope he forgot the previous 20.
/RIP Tig