Speaking the truth can be painful. I had heard about Maryland's proposed redistricting before, but hadn't put two and two together until I read Outsider Bartlett faces political challenge of career.
 

Over lunch hour, I walked over to see what was happening at Occupy Baltimore (OB). I first noticed a row of galvanized steel traffic barriers around the square that had a lot of bicycles locked to them. I recognized some of the bikes from Day One. In the middle of the square was a fellow with a small amp playing guitar and harmonica. But there was no central focus.

I walked over to see Occupy Baltimore today. First I saw a large group of people doing jumping jacks. That turned out to be Health City. Then I got to McKeldin Square, at the corner of Pratt and Light Streets in view of Inner Harbor. There were maybe fifty people, including a dozen journalists and half a dozen police (poh-leece), three of them on motorcycles. A few dozen onlookers stood around the edges of the small plaza but it seemed clear that they weren't part of it.

No one was doing calisthenics, but a few casually-dressed people were on their knees writing signs on sheets. I felt like saying, "Please don't misspell morons." A camera-toting fellow was interviewing a fellow with a beard, who made it clear that he didn't speak for everyone, but who was the only one speaking. A fellow wearing a LaRouche breadboard was handing out flyers, and a few folk were holding copies of a thin Workers' Week paper. The bearded fellow invited anyone to make a sign.