… wee UD lived for the first few years of her life. On this hilly street her brother when four or so crawled into a neighbor’s car, released the emergency brake, and drifted.
Our neighbors kept chickens. UD recalls watching one of them get its head chopped off.
I remember all four kids, home from school with the mumps, jumping together on our parents’ bed.
Fancy events were always at Haussner’s (enjoy the reporter’s hat).
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This is all by way of beginning a series of posts on revisiting Baltimore — poor Baltimore, still shaking from the riots.
I’m about to pull myself together and get on a train. I’ll attend a wedding there today; and if things look calm, I’ll take a hotel for the night. I’ll blog with thoughts, scenes, memories.