That's Marilyn and me, of course, with a wonderful locomotive.
This place was full of incredibly good stuff.
To use an overworked word, it is awesome. Certainly one
of the highlights of the trip---right up there with the
nightly bridge games.
Shorts and a sports shirt have no place here, but with pinstripe overalls and a red bandanna I would look right at home at the firebox of this magnificent locomotive. My granddfather would be proud.
III. Leaving the railroad
museum behind (reluctantly), we moved on to the house of
Babe Ruth's birth. It took us several hours to see
it all, but it was well worth the visit. Upon leaving here, we set out for Fort McHenry.
IV. After that, back to our luxurious
accomodations for some rest, refreshments, and bridge.
Sometime later we set out for dinner. Dick and Patty had met a distinguished food critic on the plane during the flight up from Atlanta, and he told them that during our stay in Baltimore we must
dine at McCormick & Schmick's. So we did, and it was excellent. Following our evening repast, we returned "home"
for yet more bridge.
Another fine day.