Just left the TA in Baltimore. My first time there. It's even more “colorful” than the one in Jessup. It felt strange to have my feet on the ground in Baltimore. Every time I come trough Baltimore I think of my father. It was stronger tonight, walking through that parking lot. I looked up at the bridges of I-95 and I wondered if he had ever seen this side of town. I felt like I was walking in his shadow. I will always feel this way about Baltimore. That's where my father died, back in 1984. And when I stand in Baltimore and I'm feeling lost and far from home, I feel like a little closer to him. And I can't help thinking that no one should have to die in Baltimore.