I recently sent out a request asking for things I should make sure to do in Baltimore before I leave. I’ve gotten some interesting replies:
Response 1:
biking through southwest baltimore
biking in brooklyn park and maybe even fishing there
stolen heart cabaret
the lithuanian dance hall
farmers market, waverly
farmers market, jones falls
as many diners as you can
upstairs at the ottobar
downstairs at charm city art space
the b&o railroad museum
and trains trains trains
greenmount cemetery
the roof of the copy cat building
the red room/normals books
a totally amatuer coffee house in charles village (in hopkins multi-denominational center)
the book thing
charm city roller girls
roller skating at skateland
duckpin bowling, belair road
watching “hamilton” and feeling akward about the akward dialogue by non-actors, but apreciating the beautiful camerawork.
skinny dipping at pretty boy and then get a park ranger drive a boat over to give you a ticket
tubing in the gunpowder
hiking at soldiers delight
haunted mental hospitals
riding the bus instead of driving
1.5th generation (korean karaoke)
demetri’s in hampden
jazz at the new haven lounge
riding bikes in the jones falls festival when they close down 83 and you can bike on it
the high zero festival
the transmodern age festival
spending hours at the enoch pratt free library
lexington market
blacks in wax museum
building a sandcastle out of cigarette butts in ocean city
the bso
american visionary art museum
Response 2:
You should try to make it into the background of an episode of The Wire before you leave.
Response 3:
As for Bmore, gosh, I always miss the farmer’s
markets on saturday and sunday. I wish I would have
come up with more excuses to wander the peabody.
Being near Seattle, I’ve become more and more
intrigued with “urban camping”. It has yet to work
out, but I keep my eye out for spots that would harbor
a tent and relative privacy all under the eyes of the
city. Just last week came an opportunity of camping
out on a school lawn to act as security guards for the
annual plant sale that goes on. I think this always
goes back to my childhood and never getting a chance
to sit in on the rose parade. Lawnchairs, tvs on
extension chords plugged into some unsuspecting
storefront, sleeping bags, makings for smores, and of
course a fastfood joint just a 5 minute walk away. Of
course now I would probably replace that joint with a
bar. So there it is, me just missing the big city.
Response 4:
go to old places that have not yet been gentrified- alot of the past is being rebuilt, sanitized, & pasturized- try to see old things & places for what they really were- not how builders like to envision them-