Club Chaos Eye Candy: My Maryland E. A. Poe Real Estate Moment...
I like playing with my TomTom when out of state. I usually pick random tourist spots to go wander about visiting. While wandering around Maryland on my way to the Baltimore harbor I stumbled across the house Babe Ruth was born at:
Reading the Babe plaque got me to thinking I should go find the Edgar Allen Poe house. Poe used to live in Maryland. Since I was staying at my gal pal Erica's condo and had some free time on my hands I figured Why not? Might make for an interesting blog post... Being an author crazed fangirl, it never occured to me I'd have to go deep into "the hood" to get there.
My first clue that I was about to have an excellent ebonics adventure came when I pulled over to admire some neighborhood art and grab a snack at the corner store. People kept calling me Baby. Rather than navigate the breast-oogling-man-pack hindering my entrance into the establishment, I opted for a photograph of the nice shiny new sign that explained "We sale everything you need."
Hmm... It would have been really cool if someone would have said, Psssst... You might want to change that to "We SELL everything you need." Like the professional crafts person who fabricated the sign. Just sayin' - after all, Poe loving tourists do run amok in your neighborhood taking pictures, Dude. Some of us even blog. Seriously...
I really liked the houses en route to Poe's and was sad so many needed renovation and restoration. There were a couple of blocks that were almost 1/3 blocked up. I kept thinking with so many families needing a place to stay that kind of whomped... I've been using search engines trying to discover what happened to the neighborhood.
It's not far from this neighborhood and I found myself thinking about "Broken-Window syndrome" when comparing the two:
These two neighborhoods are minutes apart by car. The people and homes not by the harbor are kind of suffering... (sigh)
FYI: Their colorful use of Poe-Hoe insults was mad fascinating (said the potty mouth blogger who was taking mental notes in the middle of the street for later use). Appearantly, if you read mystery novels on your stoop in tight fitting summer wear like spandex you are a Poe-Hoe. Theoretically, that makes me a Book Pimping Google Whore Poe-Hoe... I am sooooo writing this blog post later. How can I not? Might even make a spoof Book Pimping Poe-Hoe tee (evil grin) but I digress...
If not for my love of Poe I would not have known or been interested, but the bald-headed-b*tch brawl incident that errupted on Saratoga Street while I was taking pictures for my blog made me think about how some people are so used to others not caring how they act up and/or act out in public that they feed into the Broken-Window syndrome.
Rumor has it there are psychological ramifications to this: "In a 1982 Atlantic Monthly article titled "Broken Windows," James Q. Wilson and George Kelling argued that disorder in a community, if left uncorrected, undercuts residents' own efforts to maintain their homes and neighborhoods and control unruly behavior. "If a window in a building is broken and left un-repaired," they wrote, "all the rest of the windows will soon be broken. . . . One un-repaired window is a signal that no one cares, so breaking more windows costs nothing. . . . Untended property becomes fair game for people out for fun or plunder." http://www.sjvgreens.org/broken.shtml
There are a lot of broken windows visible enroute to this landmark plus the Poe sign is not kept as well as the Babe sign. Yall need to paint that puppy (or clean it). In my quirky opinion, it also should be on the corner so nervous tourist don't stare in disappointment at the wrong property like I did because I thought it was a look here beacon (LOL). I was actually leaving after a disappointed three minutes of staring at I wasn't sure what until I saw the small street sign on the corner with the tiny arrow.
How many people do you think did what I did and may have missed seeing Poe's house because of a stupidly placed blue/green sign? I am not the only tourist who gets confused in strange territory... The Babe sign I previous saw that enticed me to turn off route was on the corner where you needed to turn. Why is this Poe sign up the damn block? If the traffic light on the corner had not turned red I NEVER would have noticed the extra "The Poe House" street sign (long suffering sigh). I stared at it long enough for an elderly gentleman to ask me if I were lost. He noticed my Florida plates and the fact that the light had changed but I had not moved (silly grin).
I did find it eventually down the street on the corner across from an empty lot (and it is mad tiny people - LOL):