Hilton Garden Inn Baltimore / White Marsh
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... a ball hitting the street just flies over a back wall to the standing room only area in right field. There is a small bronze baseball marker showing where every ball has landed on Eutaw Street. In left field there are large statues of Orioles greats but only one really drew my attention. I think Cal Ripken, Jr. is one of the classiest guys to ever play the game (certainly from his era) so seeing his statue reaching for a ball hit in the hole ...
... late. I was greeted by a massive hug and met Thaise's little daughter Victoria for the first time. Dennis immediately put a beer into Dave's hand and it was like old times. We had so much fun that night but my biggest surprise was still to come. Eyes closed Thaise said not to peek. When I did open them, who was standing there in front of me? My other best friend Cheryl. Many tears were shed. I couldn't believe she was there as I was already going to visit her ...
... lost at all, I just thought that I was. I thanked her, but she didn't respond. She only stared, along with everyone else. They had stopped swimming, the water in the pool was motionless. Even the dog who was sitting up on the deck surrounding the pool was completely still, its head cocked to the side, its eyes fixed on me from across the yard. They watched me as I drove away.
I arrived at Toah Nipi with news coverage of the Trayvon Martin case blaring from an AM radio station ...
... re older than me, as you say. But, if
you're older, let me just say it's nice to meet a pretty, older woman." Jessie and the Johnnies made fun of me for calling someone "a pretty, older woman".
Maybe I should've taken advice from Johnny the groom? He was told by Richele (in her marriage vows given the following day): "I promise to never know you, never need you, and always rock your world." Johnny shook his fist in ...
... during a sleepy autumn morning, an aroma deeply comforting and profoundly sad simultaneously. It speaks to your nose of nature's ancient secrets, but only with the most fleeting of quick glances. To see it all at once would mean death, I assume, so the universe bestows these gifts in bite-sized increments. I have learned not to question them, but instead to revel in them. I expect to do quite a bit of this sort of reveling during the 2,000+ mile solitary road ...