It's a rare day when the bay
freezes over, cracked like a desert lakebed. Exuberance ruled, from TV weatherman
in Bayside Cafe to latenight streets spilling over with laughing drunks.
What else to do in a Baltimore blizzard but bunker down in bars drinking
beers, either that or
by candlelight as wind sculpts snowcovered cars into
the lines of next year's model defined by what doesn't blow away. Everyone
is quiet at the same time and the dogs piss like crazy--all the world is