I’ve never seen a single episode of the HBO program The Wire. What makes that strange is the fact that I live in the city where it’s set. I’ve lived in Baltimore for six years, now; so I’ve had plenty of time to rectify the anomaly. But the longer I live here the more I’m happy I’ve never seen a show that I’m told presents the worst aspects of the city, albeit in fictional form.
These were my thoughts early this afternoon walking five blocks down the street to my neighborhood Safeway. It’s been forever since I’ve been out of the office and home, with the time and opportunity to walk to the grocery store, and it was a beautiful day for it.
This is the view in the front of the place where I buy most of the family’s food.
The Wire’s settings are very real, however, and we go through a few of them on the way to the guan and back. So I fully understand the D.C. friends who asked incredulously why I was moving to Baltimore – almost all of whom asked, “Haven’t you seen The Wire?”
Nope. I’ll get around to it eventually. But much to the chagrin of my D.C. native son (my daughter considers herself from Baltimore, despite being born in D.C.), in a battle between the nation’s capital and Charm City, the latter has won me over… in everything but baseball. 🙂
Now, off to the first kung fu class of my second session at the gym.