Killing the Red Line was a terrible decision.
The peak population of Baltimore was about 950,000. Now, it is estimated to be below 600,000.
In most ways, this is very bad for the city. Lost population means fewer jobs and less tax revenue, for example. It means thousands of abandoned houses that may never be filled.
This may actually be a good thing during the coronavirus pandemic. So far, Baltimore has not had the high volume of cases some other cities have had. Baltimore is like a 150 pound person wearing a 2XL shirt. The reduced population density resulting from lower population may be resulting in social distancing.
Update 4/21 – tweets on the murder rate
Where are the rats going to go?
There is one good thing that came out of Trump’s terrible comments on Baltimore, where I have lived since 1976. A company that sells rat-themed merchandise has had sales increase. I have bought a lot of stuff from Rat Czar and recommend their products. I have t-shirts, glasses, a magnet, stickers and a tote bag.
I don’t mean to make light of a serious and real problem but I do think the stuff is funny.
Baltimore is not first in rat population. We’re behind Washington among other places. Trump doesn’t care about Baltimore or the rat problem – he just wanted to attack Congressman Cummings. I have thought that “Ben” should be the official song of Baltimore. If you don’t know the song, it was a love song to a rat sung by Michael Jackson as the theme song to the film Ben (1972).
Here’s an article on Pigtown, the Baltimore neighborhood where I live. The annual Pigtown Festival is coming in September.
He has his own twitter account.
You can ever get a plush toy and t-shirts
The great Frank Robinson passed away yesterday. He did so much that these are just some of the highlights:
Two time MVP – only player to win in both leagues
First African-American manager
Triple Crown in 1966
Statues outside stadiums in three cities – Baltimore, Cleveland, Cincinnati
Manager of the year
He was the only player to hit a home run out of Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium. There was a flag that said “HERE” marking where it went out.
The only time I am sure I saw him play was in 1962 when I saw the Reds play the Mets at the Polo Grounds.
The Baltimore Sun ran an article today about Mee Jun Low, a small cheap Chinese restaurant on Mulberry Street in downtown Baltimore many years ago.
I recall one time I was there with a friend. He asked the waitress if they had a cigarette machine. She said no but she would give him one of hers.
The 1978 edition of the Citizens Planning and Housing Association (CPHA) Bawlamer guide said:
“At the end of your “meal” in the garish den of Mee Jun’s, you’ll wonder why you bothered to try to find the location, climb the narrow stairs, attempt to decipher the faded menu, and figure out what you were really eating. Not for the faint at heart. Entrees $2.50-$6.75.”