Baltimore

Donald and Harley and I had plans to be in Baltimore this week. Plans change. My cousin Laura​ called it "fate." 

I had plans to see some family, probably would have been able to drive across the bay to see friends on The Eastern Shore.

Am I glad we're not in Baltimore right now? Of course.

Am I sad about what's happening there? Of course.

Am I angry about it? Of course.

Do I understand why it's happening? I think I do. Although I would never presume to understand on the level of those involved.

That doesn't mean I agree with what's happening, but honestly, who didn't think that sooner or later the top wasn't going to go flying off a pot ready to explode?

I love Baltimore and always look forward to the times we're able to spend time there.

I remember, vividly, when what we're seeing there now happened in the 60s. I was a teenager living in Cambridge, a couple hours away from Baltimore, when there was rioting, looting, burning, curfews and the National Guard was living in tents put up in our school yards while these things were also happening in Baltimore. Those memories are part of what made me who I am today. I remember, and I understand. Again - do not think I'm saying I have the same level of understanding of those involved - not even close. I would never presume. Nor will I judge.