Now a City in Decay
When I was a kid, many summer evenings were spent in the backyard. Grills were blazing. The smell of hotdogs and hamburgers enveloped the neighborhood. Sometimes picnic tables were decorated in old newspapers that served as welcomed mats for hot steamed crabs, corn on the cob and watermelon. Transistor radios filled the air with the dulcet sounds of Chuck Thompson and Bill O’Donnell who with words, painted the action on the field of Orioles baseball.
Collectively such scenes colored the canvas of life in Baltimore.