the weekend

So, visited Baltimore for about 36 hours, very iimportant for me to be there for Robin's play; reading showed that it is really a very strong work---also important that she integrate herself into the Baltimore theater community. Met several actors and playwrights whom I liked, very nice people, seem to have enough to do there...meanwhile, on the money front, things seem to have settled down, made a decent amount in the last few weeks, spent much time at  Friends,  and did not spend much during lean times, so perhaps a little extra money to spend on art, movies, theater, etc.
Interesting walk yesterday morning in Baltimore, walked from Melissa's apartment (Melissa was my host) on 26street to One World on U Parkway, and after a nice cup of coffee and a muffin that I really might not have needed, proceeded towards Roland Park---have always been a little wary of that neighborhood---seemingly too placid for me, anyway, found myself at a cut in the road right off Univeristy Parkway called Linwood Street that circles from east west into north direction. At the bottom of the cut, (it goes down a hill) are several apartment houses, seemingly isolated from all else, surrounded by a few large private houses, that eventually dominate the area. Who lives there? Not too far off the road, but in some ways very insulated, must have a car to get around, even if one works at Hopkins or nearbye. For me, such an odd placement for apartment houses---giving an aura that is strangely genteel, somewhat stuffy. Yet removed, I sort of like that. Continued south to Cold Spring, then headed east to Charles, there I was on Charles and Cold Spring, moving south, back towards the Hopkins Campus. Mostly private houses for the first few blocks, and then closer to Hopkins, large door men apartment houses on one side of the street (west) and private homes on the other. Some of the private homes look like estates---they are so large. Nieghborhood, which begins on University Parkway, totally removed from all that goes before (south) of it. As if at some point, Baltimore needed to create an insulated world for its "moneyed" class. No place nearbye to get a cup of coffee, I guess if I ever lived there, I would have to relearn how to make coffee. Had lots of time to kill, so did not hurry, at one point I stood stone still, probably where Charles and Saint Paul meet---simply absorbed the energy of the moment---as if memory and the present forged into one moment. Strange, that after all these years I should end up staying for the night, not as the guest of one of these houses, or in a luxury hotel, but in the home of a twenty-something opera singer, in the campus part of Saint Paul Street,
sharing my space with two hyper cats.  Still, Baltimore continues to haunt---neither where I belong, nor where I don't. What's next.....?