My aunt and uncle lived maybe 20 minutes to the west, out in the ‘burbs where it was safe back in the day. I took both my wives on dates to Inner Harbor (not to mention a few other lady friends). Fells Point was always a go-to for me, as well as the aquarium, science center, Harborplace, bobbing from one point to another on a Water Taxi. I may never see it again in my lifetime, but I’m glad I have the memories of what it was like then, not what it’s become now. I have no compassion for the rioting ferals, or whatever end they might meet.
Thanks for your story.
What can I say? I would like to live in an historic old city up north, but I thank the Lord daily that I’m in sunny Southwest Florida, where things are still quiet and orderly, the Wu flu notwithstanding.