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  • My mother and I were in Washington DC, and we had a plane to catch early the next morning in Pittsburgh. One thing that is so strange for someone from the western half of the US is how everything on the east coast is so close together. DC to Pittsburgh is a quick little drive, where you can throw in a side trip to Baltimore along the way, just because you can.

    So we drove to downtown Baltimore. With me giving the directions, of course we went straight to Camden Yards to see the baseball stadium. Baltimore was groundbreaking in two ways. The design of the stadium left behind the impersonal concrete behemoths of the past and instead building a more intimate and open stadium that incorporates the city itself into the experience. The second way was Baltimore used the building of a new stadium downtown as the engine to spur the redevelopment of the entire downtown.

    After checking out the stadium, which was awesome but there was no game that day, we walked the few blocks down to the Inner Harbor, which had been transformed by redevelopment into a bastion of tourism. We wandered into a big tourist mall where my mom became transfixed on a fudge shop where all the African-American kids who worked there preformed behind a big counter yelling and joking and dancing as they made and sold the fudge. I left her and wandered around looking for snow globes, and found this one, an excellent specimen, and my only purplish one.

    My mom ended up buying pounds of fudge, and we made ourselves sick on the drive to Pittsburgh.
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