Thirty four years ago, after Mayflower trucks pulled out of Owings Mills, carting the rotting carcass of a once-proud Baltimore Colts franchise out of town, many around here knew that even if Robert Irsay took the team and the history out of Baltimore, so long as the team wore blue and white, a horseshoe, and called itself Colts, there was no way to ever take Baltimore fully out of the team. Baltimore gave the team that name, a nod to the history of horse racing in Baltimore, embodied in the second jewel of racing’s triple crown, the Preakness Stakes.
First post of the year. I didn’t mean to wait this long to post something here, but I kept waiting and waiting and here we are. No particular reason. So, Happy New Year. Lots going on in my life, lots of changes, but I’m rolling with them. And then some. And I’m still here. Just as the fourth Nor’easter of the year hits.
From questions about school funding to the passing of TIF bonds to fund Kevin Plank’s future “North Haverbrook on the Patapsco,” and the cancellation of the Red Line, to the most recent, contentious issue of mandatory minimums for handgun violations and even the question of monuments to the Confederacy, it hasn’t been the best of times for the Mayor and City Council of Baltimore.
I get it. The media is selling us an election as much as they’re covering one. It’s not as much that they’re putting time and energy into covering something in the public interest as they’re engaged in a race and a fight themselves for eyeballs and advertisers. That’s the news game and between the uncertainty of print and online, I get the push to make the most money, the quality of the information being disseminated — not always the most important consideration. It’s feed for the growing fetishization of politics in America.
I sit in a plastic chair on the porch.