It's the height of summer right now, so I thought I'd do what Baltimore hopes and prays people do in the summertime: head down to the Inner Harbor and spend some money. The city has been relying on this strategy to save the city from the dire economic fates of the postindustrial wasteland for years, at least since Mayor William Schaefer pushed for the building of the Convention Center in the 1970s. Baltimore has since hung its economic hat on tourism downtown, a terrible answer to a real question: How does the economy of a city move with the punches thrown by capitalism, always moving to the places where there's more profit to be made—cheaper land, loot, and labor? Though it seems to me there's a tendency to romanticize manufacturing and forget about pesky details like racist and sexist hiring practices, unsafe working conditions, and environmental devastation, it's absolutely the case that those were union jobs that paid (some people) enough to live on and kept the city afloat. Those jobs are gone, and they aren't coming back, and now it's a whole lot of bread and circuses. But hey, who doesn't love a circus, right? I had a free afternoon to field trip on down to the heart of Baltimore's hope for the future, and this is what I found.