Like many of you reading this, I’m a native Baltimorean. I’m proud of my roots and I look back fondly upon my upbringing in Fells Point and then the Parkside area. The memories are vivid and they never fail to deliver a smile.
I remember the games on the sandlots, the games in the back alley and those summer days when you hopped on your bike after breakfast with your baseball glove in tow, never to be seen again by your parents until it was time for supper. There were the tree forts in the park, built from cast away pieces of wood from Dad’s construction site and a bag of nails that we bought at the hardware store on Bowley’s Lane with pennies that we managed to scrounged together.