The Land of Pleasant Living is Nevermore

(Firecured) ... You know, it wasn't always this way. Not so long ago, Maryland liked to think of itself as "The Land of Pleasant Living," a slogan which, despite the fact that it came off a beer can, had more than a little truth to it.
There was a time when the Chesapeake Bay boiled with seafood, the Orioles and Colts were powerhouse organizations, Johnny Unitas was immortal, and Boog Powell still fleet of foot. And there were good jobs for everybody, good union jobs.
Out in the far-flung suburbs people lived more-or-less happily in modest homes and were very polite, even patiently taking turns driving across the one lane bridges that dotted the countryside. Almost everyone smoked, drank, and went to church. Continued

Photo: The Boh Man hovers above Baltimore, mocking us.