Rodeway Inn Mid Town
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... warfare training by the US Navy. It also was part of the 1960 Lebanon Crisis and 1962 Cuban Blockade. On March 4th, 1968 the ship was decommissioned after it had done over 10,600 dives into the ocean. The Torsk has been a museum in Baltimore since 1972. On our walk to see the last ship we came across a 9/11 Memorial of Maryland museum. The outside has steel beams from the world trade center, blocks of concrete from the Pentagon, and a large ...
... equivalent to a Bart ride from Walnut Creek to San Fran, we arrived unscathed and for under $3.20 round trip.
Approaching the stadium it looks more like a pretty warehouse. It was a very nice stadium with lots of picnic tables, the interesting Eutaw Street and nice padded seats (as least for us in our section today) By the end of the third the Sox were crushing the Birds 8 to 3. I think we had been hitting the road too hard lately ...
... had been kicked open and the floor was completely torn apart. I knew immediately that my downstairs neighbor was the culprit. When I began to examine the damage, I saw, to my horror, that there was a massive, cave-like enclosure underneath the floor which had been hidden by the wooden floorboards. This cave was sectioned off into cavernous partitions by what appeared to be gigantic gray and orange-colored plastic bins, each one so deep that all I could see when I looked down inside ...
... for long enough to consider it discarded. The kids were cyclonic in their movements, speedily but aimlessly shuffling along the walls, tables, chairs and floors like those ball-shaped monsters from the Critters movies. Their collective movement was a heavily blurred terror of zig-zags that caused all classroom items not bolted to the wall or floor to bounce around incessantly as if gravity wasn't functioning properly. I had never seen anything like it before in my ...
... of my life. At one point I would most certainly have blamed her for this, but today I fully understand that I can only thank her. She was the catalyst. If not for her, I wouldn't be following my path today, and for that I owe her my life. Let's call her Miranda.
To tell this story, I have to take you back quite a bit. Back to a time when the United States was on the edge of her darkest proverbial cliff, recoiling from 9/11. In those days ...