Many neighborhoods in Baltimore don't have access to fresh fruits and vegetables. The Arrabers, as they are called (pronounced AY-rabbers) rent a horse and cart and take produce to the people. My grandma used to buy watermelons from a guy who came up the back alley chanting, "Waaaatermelon! Ripe to the rind!"
The tropical version of those Russian nesting dolls.
Nice ride, lots of fun, but I have to ask about getting on it and getting off it.
It's true! Those World War II army jeeps so important in winning the war were shipped overseas unassembled in wooden crates. They were easy to assemble, once you got the hang of it with the first 75 or so...
The message is, get cool, or you'll wind up in a place even hotter than this.
With temperatures in Baltimore this past week tipping over the 90° mark, I thought I would bring up this image from last winter's snow. As a reminder, no matter how much it snows and how cold it gets, you can always put on another sweater.
Well, this shopper was in such a hurry to go, they left their Yeti behind. Haste maketh waste as always.
The Beatles said it and it's still true - Love is all you need!
There's a lot of buzz around this new restaurant that doesn't even have a name...
Well, they've been living at the shore since, well, forever, so maybe seagulls get bored and have to yawn now and then.















