Imagine Being Born in 1959…

There is a good chance that your first national memory was the Kennedy assassination. My father grew up in Baltimore off of Liberty Heights. I grew up in a house my great-grandmother owned, while my father grew up with his parents in a house less than 100 feet away. That became my grandparent’s house. So my dad was close enough to Washington, D.C. to witness the funeral of a slain president. I grew up with stories about how even at the age of three, he remembered that day. He remembers Washington, D.C. in 1963 and the somber mood of the entire crowd.

I took this at Federal Hill Park. The American Flag stands tall all over Baltimore, a city steeped in history and long-term communities.

the best journey takes you home