Gramp’s Day Out

This is a field trip report.  I finally got a day off and on Saturday, August 8, I drove the 20 miles to Baltimore Harbor to see the American Visionary Art Museum or AVAM.  What a hoot?

I didn’t go last weekend because it was Labor Day and there were so many festivals and miscellaneous events in the area, I thought that parking would be impossible. This Saturday there were so many festivals and other events that parking WAS impossible.  I finally took a chance on a visitor’s space in an apartment complex.  I only had to walk about 5 blocks and cross Federal Hill.

Federal Hill from the Inner Harbor

Inner Harbor from Federal Hill

On the way I had to go through Federal Hill Park. There were several people standing on the edge of the hill looking expectantly over the Inner Harbor where someone was speaking very loudly over an over amped PA system.  And so, I got to watch 2 heats of the Dragon Boat Races.

Dragon Boat

Dragon Boats ready for Start

There were hundreds of participants and thousands of spectators.  It was a HUGE deal.

Then I made my way DOWN the hill, without falling, which was an accomplishment.  There was a large craft festival occupying the parking spaces where I should have been able to park.  Lots of stuff.  Not as big as the annual street fair in Ashland but still impressive. The gift shop in the museum is the Sideshow.  This was the Out-Sideshow.

I got my picture taken in front of a lot of stuff but folks had trouble making my camera work so most of them didn’t actually happen.  You will notice in these pix that there was a heavy emphasis on “BLING”.

AVAM from FS Key Parkway

Eyebrow Transom in the floor

Icarus Falling

AVAM Iconic School Bus “cominatcha”

GOR Detracting from AVAM blingy bus

   There was a whole other building with lots of animated clock-work figures.  Very interesting also.  There was a blingy hearse but my pix of that didn’t come out.  I would like to note that the stuff from the museum that I did photograph I wasn’t supposed to.  I didn’t see the signs until I’d done it so I’m posting them here.  I don’t think anybody whose going to read this will post anything here on Facebook but if you are thinking about it, DON’T!  Do it, that is.  I suppose it’s OK to just think about it.

   While I’m at it, if you ARE thinking about putting stuff on Facebook, WHY are you on Facebook in the first place?  I think it’s for silly kids who still labor under the misapprehension that anyone besides their parents really cares what they do or think, people who want to sell them stuff, and, of course, their parents.  If you think I’m wrong about this, please let me know.  I mean, Facebook is almost as bad as the old people who think anybody cares what THEY think.

JUST REMEMBER, Gramps loves YOU and wants you to be happy.

2 thoughts on “Gramp’s Day Out

  1. Loved It! So glad to see you are as irrepressible and irascible as ever. Looks like the weather was wonderful, and you got to enjoy art, sports, history, and make new friends all in one day off. Plus you arrived home safely with pix for proof of your exploits. Even though your parents are no longer around to care about what you do or think, your old friends still do. Carry on. S&S

    You already have our e-mail address, so why is it obligatory on this site despite assurances that it will never be made public? Privacy issues are what closed our Facebook account.

  2. RE: Why ID
    You are right. You could have just sent an e-mail and I could have just e-mailed you. I’m experimenting with the blog. In future, just e-mail any comments. You have to ID to comment but you don’t have to comment. However, I’m glad that you did. Thanks.


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