When my family and I drove back to Baltimore Saturday night after being away for less than 36 hours, the only clue we had that a storm had hit was a series of downed branches reaching into the shoulder on I-83. Nothing was out of the ordinary at our apartment. It was only later that night that we heard of the million or so without power in Virginia and the hundreds of thousands without power in Maryland.
The next morning I walked with my son up St. Paul Street and saw this wrecked tree, which is slightly more spectacular in real life.
At St. Paul and 32ndcame the classic Baltimore power outage scene: lights out, no one directing traffic. I know, I know, technically you shouldn’t need someone directing traffic at a simple intersection like this, because every motorist should know to treat it like a four-way stop. But most people I saw seemed to consider it a universal green light.
The 3200 block was without power and of course the businesses were closed — except for University Market, whose proprietor stood outside the establishment ensuring patrons that despite the lack of electriciy they were open and “everything is still good.” I bought a kinda cold soda and overheard a woman from Waverly tell the clerk as she paid for five bags of ice — which, surprisingly, were also “still good” — that they didn’t expect power back until Wednesday. (Yikes!)
How’s your neighborhood handling the aftermath of the storm?