Back to Baltimore

You don't have to remind me, because I remember. Yes, I know I wrote a savage missive of this city just over a month ago, but you know what? I never held much care for consistency-- and Baltimore is an easy place.

There are delightful girls here with a comfortable couch and central air. They let me cook pork and fish and generally experiment in their kitchen making smores in a broiling oven and tell me that it is delicious. They drink wine and allow me to access the internet and there is an aquarium and cable.

So, yes, Baltimore is easier than Washington. I don't have to pitch a camp hammock in the park, or urban camp on a bench by the Art Gallery. I don't have to spend the night at the bathhouse or constantly keep an eye on my pack. And, surprisingly, it's cheaper to stay in Baltimore during the week and commute back for work on the weekends than to stay in DC.

So, I'm back in Baltimore, commuting via train to work. Have been for a couple of days. But I still don't like this town.