underbelly is on the next block over ...... for now.
So 'Baltimore' is Fells Point ..... tats and piercings sitting next to Bruno Magli and Brooks Brothers, sharing a fine imported beer of high fame and limited availability. Moran's tugs still dock at the Recreation Pier, where the set for "Homicide, Life on the Streets" still sits there, looking for all the world like a real "pleece" station. Bertha's still doin' her mussels and they just get better and better as Bertha's gets bigger and bigger .... three rowhouses now, all in a row ... as it were. Lots of artsy theaters doing avant garde plays. John Waters-isms abound in the little shops and Broadway Market's gotten a paint job - all to the detriment of the butcher, baker, fish monger, and burger flipper, who've been replaced by fancy-schmancy 'tea sellers' and 'wine merchants'. Bond Street's cobblestones are now under a few inches of fresh asphalt. The oily workboats have been replaced by ostentatious private ships, flags all atwitter in the formerly diesel fumed Patapsco River breezes. But Domino Sugar's plant is still on the other side. Alas, though, the sign is dark, awaiting the wrecker's ball as the trucks with the new $1,000,000 one bedroom efficiency condos are parked on the side of Broening Highway, ready to begin their stately caravan across the city to the newly poured foundations where once rowhouse residents toiled for the day.
Where's a Hon when you need one?




Two summers ago ... not so good for tourists when hurricanes come to town ....

and Fells Point's real Mayor ... the (dis)Honorable John Waters ... ya gotta love this guy ... yanno?
