Last Sunday, after I watched the Navy’s Blue Angels perform over Fort McHenry, I found myself stranded at the end of Frankfurst Ave. I had spent the afternoon aboard Pride of Baltimore II, and after we docked I called for a ride via Uber. Unfortunately, the Uber driver decided not to wait for a train crossing some tracks up the street. And, since I’d been out on the water for a few hours, my phone was dead.
I eventually walked about 2 miles to a gas station. I managed to convince the clerk to call me a cab, and I made my way home.
But yeah, Frankfurst Ave: don’t ever get stranded, because there’s nothing out there.