I was living in Baltimore during the riots of the sixties. Not much difference between then and now. People being beat up, public property and business set ablaze.
Was working at a ARCO service station the night of when a State Trooper pulled in, got out of his car got in my face and stated "do not put gasoline in anything but passenger vehicles". Returned to his car and down the road he goes.
Maybe 10 minutes later the owner pulled in, we closed early that night and, down the road I go.
Second round of riots I was on a train, with my brother, sisters and mom. We were going from Baltimore to the Burgh. When we would pass through cities the Conductor would have all the shades pulled down and turned the lights off. Darkness made it easier seeing the glow of cities in flames, as we peaked out the windows.
Better memories about eating Rock Fish and Stewed Tomatoes or those delicious Maryland Crabcakes.
post edited by BeenThereDoneThat. - 2017/08/20 12:04:53