Abrasive, Alarming, Enamoring
Encounters with Baltimore
Running from my coast to this coast and straight into a brick wall.
Of all the differences between San Francisco and Baltimore, this has been most alarming: brick everywhere.
Back home is stucco, tile, white-washed Spanish wood.
Here there's brick. Red and heavy and old and tired.
I operate under the delusion that I am a foreigner.
