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June 20, 2017
A steampipe explosion rattles the hotel window eight floors up. First responders are on scene in minutes, and people are gawking, taking video with cell phones. More than an hour later, little has changed, the roar of steam still gushing forth from the hole in the ground, asphalt and dirt sprayed everywhere as I walk past, on my way to find a decent dinner. No, more than that, I am in search of a good dinner - it is the solstice. But like the steampipe, my evening is fated to end in a blaze of disappointment. Can't wait to leave Baltimore.