I am having a hard time recalling why I would be at Penn Station in Baltimore. I am slowly getting a picture of being there, waiting for the train and walking outside. Was I going to the airport? It's the only logical explanation. Where else in the city would I need to take a train to?
How often do we grab souvenirs from the places we've been and throw them in a box, rarely to be seen again? It's time to dig into the box!
Spensaa Hawaii~
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Penn Station - Baltimore
I am having a hard time recalling why I would be at Penn Station in Baltimore. I am slowly getting a picture of being there, waiting for the train and walking outside. Was I going to the airport? It's the only logical explanation. Where else in the city would I need to take a train to?
Labels:
Baltimore,
Penn Station,
Train
Thursday, June 13, 2002
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