My local heart soared. I stood on the harbor with friends, my daughter, my childhood memories, stories of all of my family back and back and back, illuminated: the tugboat workers, accordion players, boxers and dreamers, poets and bankers, teachers, crab-eaters all. Dear Baltimore, you are home. And like any true home, you are one crazy mixed bag of stupid love. And like any true family, we will fight anyone who is not us who dares speak a word against you. You know why? Because we see this light, Baltimore. We know you. We believe in you, always have.