Baltimore is good for LOTS

So I'm reading about which cities are best to ride out the recession and I get to Baltimore. Yay, I love Baltimore! But wait ... the picture is of Fell's Point and The Greene Turtle! The bar where I met a hot guy to love and adore me and have adventures with me for the rest of my life! Obviously, a quite smart and charming person wrote this article. I approve.

Places: Fell's Point, Baltimore, Maryland

I took this moments before I walked into the bar where I would meet my love. I've always enjoyed this picture. The green door, the blue door and the snow at the end of the little alley are fresh and soothing. Why my friend and I decided on Baltimore as our February vacation destination, I can no longer remember. It may have had something to do with a cheap flight. And we almost cancelled the day before, because of the massive ice storm that was blowing through the city. We went, though, which makes me constantly wonder about fate. There was no good reason for me to be there at that time. Or was there???? The rest of the story, as they say, is that I now have the best boyfriend in the world, a man who is perfect for me. I still get that little thrill of joy every time we reunite.

We were each traveling when we met, crossing paths in another city, though we both lived here in the Ville. And how could it have been otherwise? We're working on seeing the world together. This city, Baltimore, has a special place in my heart.

Did you know Grace Jones is still alive?

She is, thank heavens!

Well played, Grace. The peek-a-boo shoes? socks? counterbalance the winged mask. You have to show a bit of skin, after all, and that get-up would definitely give a girl sweat trails between her boobs and down her crack. But what I really, reeeeaaaaalllly want to know is ...

WHAT is in her bag? It's big enough to hold a skull. That's my best guess.

Searching for something? See this movie!

I gave

Yesterday, I was walking past a women's clinic. Actually, I was walking on the other side of the street, but the group of people standing outside the clinic with signs around their necks caught my attention. I'd walked by a week ago and saw two people there with signs saying, "pray to end abortion." They were indeed praying, very quietly, on the sidewalk. At the time, I assumed it was an isolated incident, but yesterday, there were five or six of them, and it appears that this clinic is being targeted on a daily basis. For protesters, they're not very in your face. They were praying at a whisper level, and their signs are small and white. But the scene turned on a switch inside me, so I jaywalked across the street and into the clinic.

I talked with the director. I told her that I didn't know anything about the clinic specifically, but that I wondered if it accepts donations. She said she didn't get many offers like that, but she does have clients come in who don't have the funds for the services they need. I said the people outside had gotten my attention and made me come in. I gave her all the cash I had on me. I didn't have my purse with me, or I would have given much more. I told her I'd be back next week to make another donation. She thanked me and said she was glad that those people's negative energy had created something positive. I didn't tell the protesters what I had done, or why I had done it. I considered it, but let them wonder. It's none of their business who walks in that clinic or why. They will do what they feel they need to do, and I will do what I feel I need to do.

I feel better.

Finally, a good reason to visit your grandparents

Travels

The last month, plus a little more, has been busy, busy with travel. Just the way we like it. I've got lots of fun pictures from all over, but for the moment, these are a few from our trip to Niagara Falls. It has been on my list of destinations I must reach before I die. And now I have! The falls themselves are incredible, as expected, but the whole area is gorgeous, which I did not realize. We will definitely go back again. And we got to go to the Anchor Bar in Buffalo for the original hot wings. Pilot told me they were better than any others, and darn if he wasn't right on. You must go and eat a huge plate of them. Or you can order them to be delivered ..... Mmmmmm.



For October, we will stay closer to home for a change. Maybe. We might. Or maybe not.