This I Do Not Believe
A while back, NPR started a series titled “This I Believe.” It was built upon a foundation laid in 1951 by Edward R. Murrow, cataloguing what he described this way: “In this brief space, a banker or a butcher, a painter or a social worker, people of all kinds who need have nothing more in common than integrity, a real honesty, will write about the rules they live by, the things they have found to be the basic values in their lives.”
Murrow also said, “This reporter’s beliefs are in a state of flux. It would be easier to enumerate the items I do not believe in, than the other way around.”
I’m going to have to go with the latter version.
I moved to Baltimore in 2019. I was then a bit disillusioned, having endured a caustic divorce, a rough bout of cancer, and the death of my estranged mother just days before the big move. I had no knowledge or opinions of “Charm City” besides what I saw on the news or on “The Wire.” Clearly I was not dissuaded from making the leap. Fresh start and all that.
I walked my dog, and then later my dogs, to Patterson Park just about three blocks from my house at least two or three times a day after I was laid off midwinter from the job I’d moved here for.
I still walk them past every day.
