We ventured to Havre de Grace, Maryland to see the lighthouse and duck museum. We walked around town for a time. Was it cold? Yes! My hot blood still isn’t acclimated to the climate. The lighthouse was our first stop in the morning, just after dawn. We walked up to the lighthouse, to see if it was open. It was not, and there was this large fellow lying on the front steps, proving it. He was propped up on the stairs as if resting, but his head was thrown back strangely. We were not quite sure if he was asleep or dead. As I said, it was a shortly after dawn, not quite full light and few people. We discussed the situation for about twenty minutes, deciding what to do. I suggested we poke him with a stick and see what happens. Ursula was sweet; she giggled, worried that he might wake up if we poked him. I explained that in all likelihood he had been drinking the night before, passed out on the steps, and spent all night out here.

They do that here, especially in Maryland. They get inebriated and pass out anywhere, honestly. Ursula suggested that we go have breakfast and come back in an hour or so. If he hadn’t gotten up yet we’d call the authorities. I wanted to take a picture of him, to document the incident. It was a very humorous. The picture didn’t turn out that well because Ursula didn’t want me to take a picture and she was pulling on my coat. Here’s the picture. Isn’t it classic?