Back in the 70’s I rented out rooms in my house in Lynchburg, Va. so I could go up to Baltimore and catch weekend Orioles games at Memorial Stadium. I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle in their row house off Eastern Avenue and I’d take their grandchildren with me to the games. They had a dog that ate better than humans. One morning I came downstairs, and my Aunt asked, “What would you like for breakfast?” I replied, “Nothing special, whatever the dog had.” She threw a towel at me. I got bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle in their row house off Eastern AvenueMy sister lived there in the mid-80s. We'd park in her driveway, walk to the stadium, buy peanuts from the hawkers on the way, and enjoy amazing baseball. Great times.