Welcome home. Pull up a stump and set a spell. Sure do miss a table full of #1 Jimmies. Growing up one of the highlights of each summer was the trip over to the Eastern Shore on the ferry. The trip took about an hour; the car sat on the lower deck but we would all climb up to the upper deck for snacks, the view and relief from the heat in those days before ubiquitous air conditioning. Once on the Eastern Shore it was a short drive to Crab Alley Creek and soon we would have a bushel or so of Jimmies for dinner. As the sun began to set we would head back to catch the ferry back to Baltimore usually with only mom, dad and me awake and the other kids sound asleep.
The despot's heel is on thy shore,Maryland! My Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,Maryland! My Maryland!
The US Naval Academy singing that song at the Preakness always made me laugh since it is so anti federalist.
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