Or is it? It’s impossible to tell with SILKS. It’s for sale/lease but owner Kevin hardly ever puts the lights on from my understanding, is Kevin even alive anymore? SILLLLKS! SILKS will always have a solid gold place in my shriveled heart; nearly three years ago it was my very first guest post on ye olde Midnight Sun, a tale of how a group of folks I was with randomly stumbled into SILKS when it … Read entire article »

Once upon a time, in the land of pleasant living, all the Baltimore mascots lived in harmony. On this particular Sunday morning, nothing exciting seemed to be happening. Mr. Boh was sleeping off a hangover. Poe the Raven and The Oriole Bird were fighting over a worm. Sallie Utz was munching away on her fried breakfast. The rats were happily chewing on some garbage. Everything seemed right, except someone was missing. She didn’t have a name, everyone just called her Hon. In true Hon fashion, she always wore tight leopard print pants, red horn rimmed glasses, and had a beehive hair-do. For those not native to Baltimore, just picture Hairspray. No one really seemed to notice at first. The neighborhood did seem a bit quieter and less gaudy, but it wasn’t … Read entire article »