As a recent transplant from Canada, there were many differences I expected living in Baltimore: humid summers, less colorful money, more colorful politics. Pleasantly unexpected was the amount of green space and the rudimentary cycling network that serves me well traveling between Hopkins campuses.
However, both are tarnished by an unfamiliar foe: discarded bottles and cans. In parks, they are an eyesore, but on roads they are also a hazard. Even though Baltimoreans seem to consider yellow (and often red) lights a suggestion, it’s not traffic I’m constantly dodging, but shards of glass threatening to shred a tire.