Greetings and felicitations from the bowels of the Baltimore Convention Center. I’ve never stayed in “Charm City” before, and the only reason I’m here is – – well, I don’t even have to tell you. Did you know that 10% of the city is addicted to heroin? I didn’t. Ten. Percent. Isn’t that incredible? Suffice it to say I won’t be moving here.
Besides the aforementioned obvious reason for my presence here, I also took my beloved son up and down the region to visit colleges. He’s rather young for that sort of thing, but we might as well while we’re here. We looked at Penn, Haverford, Swarthmore, and my love of the rural versus urban environments became ever more clear to me. Swarthmore in particular is an idyllic campus.
I’ll be spending the day here, and we’ll be flying home at an ungodly hour tonight, arriving in the wee hours of the morning. I managed to score us first class seats with points, a rare treat these days, which is a welcome relief from the miserable coach journey we took out here. Hey, at least no airline employee busted my lip, broke my teeth, dragged me off the plane, or snatched a stroller away from me, right?
BDI has a post waiting in the wings, which I’ll post in a little while.