Anna and I took a few moments this early evening to go for a walk through our neighborhood of Mt. Washington. Mt. Washington is one of Baltimore’s loveliest neighborhoods with a great variety of beautiful homes with spacious lawns. We consider ourselves very fortunate to live here and going for out little strolls to dream about the kind of house we are going to have someday fills us with anticipation and joy.
One of the main drags in Mt. Washington is Ken Oak Rd. The street is very wide; so wide that it is divided by a grass median. It’s possible that this median covers up old street car tracks but I have no verification of this. The houses are very large. Some are large and very ornate and each has so much character that Anna and I have created dream scenarios about the people who live in them. One of them definitely has the look of, “Old, crotchety college professor with a dark secret” residing in it. Think unshaven, lank-haired and ruffled Anthony Hopkins…you get the picture.
Now it would be awesome if we had an encounter with our Anthony Hopkins character, but what we did find is arguably more interesting.
The sidewalks of Ken Oak are old slabs of blue-grey slate and are indeed showing all the effects of time and the elements, so when I took a step and heard what sounded like the crunching of glass I thought it was just some very tiny and seriously compromised pieces of slate. Anna stopped in her tracks and bent over to inspect just what it was that I stepped on. “It’s a crack pipe!” she blurted. We both looked closely and it was indeed a smashed tube with scorch marks and staining. No mistaking it, totally a crack pipe.
Anna played detective and surmised that the smoker was probably getting on or off of a city bus because Ken Oak is indeed a fairly busy bus line which may play more into my guessing that it was once part of the street car route. The person may have been smoking and was surprised by someone and they dropped the pipe to avoid discovery. MAYBE it is the unkempt and surly college professor of my dreams who has a secret dope shame that he just can’t let his well-to-do neighbors find out about. if only!
My city fascinates me more everyday!