Just when I get frustrated with Baltimore, I end up at Brewer's Art for the evening, trading beers and breakup stories with my teacher friends. Now that Thirsty Dog has renamed itself the Dog Pub and stopped allowing dogs, it's easy to declare that Brewer's Art is officially the best bar in Baltimore. When a friend needed to have some drinks, it was the first place to choose. The night was good, the school year is almost over, and I'm happy. Not much more to ask for at this point in June.
In other good news, the 7-11 on 27th street called me today, and has had my wallet ever since I left it on the counter on Thursday. I'd been turning over my house and car looking for it, convinced it was wedged between seat cushions or under a pile of laundry. Nope. Today, they went through the wallet, and found my place of employment, and called them, and now I have it back. What nice people. This is twice in the last eight months that I've lost my wallet and that it was returned unscathed. Even the $5 bill that was in it was untouched.
Baltimore, I'm loving you again, at least for now.
As for our school, the year-end meeting was today. Lots of optimism for next year, with lots of changes being made. It seems us teachers have to take control of some things for them to be done, which I will gladly do if it's organized in some way and the consequences of our actions are meaningful. Maybe they will be. I'm allowing myself some optimism.
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