I can tell you so many awful, awful stories of Baltimore.  As we were walking back from a delicious crab dinner at Obyricki’s , we turned to go up a street. I saw two guys crouched down, stuffing what appeared to be a suitcase. Only then two feet appeared from between them, toes pointed to the sky, implying the owner of those feet was on his back- where the suitcase should have been. It did not look good. So we turned up the next street and looked down the alley, but they had all taken off. That’s just one story. See Appendix 3 for more.