How Returning A Library Book Turns into A Visit
Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
46Trip End Dec 18, 2009
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Along the way I thought I'd return a library book from the heralded Enoch Pratt Free Library in my former home of Baltimore, MD. So I hit up Kevin and Sarah Laake to see about a quick drink on my way north.
I made it to the Central Branch just in time to drop off my book and pay the corpulent late fees ($6.00). I received word from the Laakes that a 7:00 pm meet-up would work so back to Canton I drove. We met up, picked up "The Swan" and went to the Austin Grill for some dinner and a drink.
When I moved to Baltimore in August of 2000 I rented a place on Luzerne St. Bill Fell of Fell's Pest Control was my landlord and as a welcome to Baltimore he gave me a gift certificate to this very place. I've always found their Southwestern fare tasty and good. Not complex, not refine but, solid and happy. OK, their Eggs Benedict is divine but, that's another entry.
So after our meal laced with discussions of broomball http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broomball and the always questionable comments by "The Swan". I was somehow convinced to see the broomball and stay the night in Baltimore. Man my arm is sore today. All that twisting.
Broomball was underwhelming. All of that effort for such little gain. My review of it would be a simple shrug. After BB we went to Looney's with the team. It was markedly empty a drink or so later I was fast asleep on O'Donell street.
The next day we hit up breakfast at Blue Moon and I caught up on some Dexter episodes while the rapier mind of Kevin plotted courses to meet up with me on the southern leg of my trip
I've been in perpetual motion since the last week of October so a lot of little things that should have gotten done...didn't. Staying over night in Baltmore allowed me to experience the full inefficiency of Comcast by returning my cable modem to their White Marsh Customer Service Center.
There are no MENSA members either working there or in line to return equipment. I'm not sure if it was more like the bar scene in Star Wars or something out of the airport area on Mars in Total Recall . It was quite a scene, connection addicts and high def junkies returning and upgrading and getting the better deal. Since I own no TV right now and the last one I bought was in 1993 I wondered how this whole TV thing got so crazy with the digital and the definition and the flatness.
30 minutes later I was out of there. I scuttled a trip to pick up some new hikers at Holabird sports and hit the road.
What About That Blue Moon Visit?
It was a gloomy morning. Just a raw Baltimore day, so we embarked on a visit to Blue Moon for the best breakfast in town.
Of course, a place with that mantle must be a tough seat to get right? We pulled up in the rain and got a choice parking spot right out in front of the restaurant. Then is shuffled in and put my name on the list "About 15 or 20 minutes" he said. We stood outside for a while but, decided that coffee was in order so while Sarah kept warm in the car (in that killer parking spot) we hit Liquid Earth for a coffee. The place is a quaint at their website is elaborate and overdrawn for a coffee shop http://www.liquidearth.com/. The bearded, winter capped proprietor took our coffee order and when Kevin asked for "Sweet & Low" he repied with "No man we don't have that stuff" Kevin mildly replied "anywhere" which was met by a "C'mon man, don't do that to yourself" So sweetener was found in other forms
We went back to waiting outside in the rain. The 15 minutes were almost up when we a couple of women happened upon us. Marti and Peggy from Fells Point and Lutherville stood with us for a bit and thinktanked a "Breakfast on The Street" approach to Blue Moon's burgeoning commerce and Liquid Earth's spill over business. We didn't get too far. Then we were called. Having two people in the party named Kevin makes for heightened awareness. So when they say "Kevin" it's sensed twice, hence no one is missing that call.
We got a big table for 5. Sarah suggested we invite our new friends to dine with us, I quickly bolted outside and said "We've got a table with a couple of more seats, c'mon in". Now that I think of it I realy didn't even ask them I just kind of implored.
Blue Moon breakfast is great. I got the G&G Country Scramble. Eggs, bacon, sausage gravy on a biscuit. I ordered a tantelizing heart attach of a breakfast but, it was worth it
Marti and Peggy were great company we learned that Foxs and Dogs do not mate and that sometimes you adopt a Pomeranian that isn't really a Pomeranian. These two were great souls and you could tell by their distinct eyes that they were sisters. I think they were communicating telepathically
So this incongruent story goes something like Blue Moon, Psychos at Comcast and The Road to Youngstown, OH...It's actually Austintown