Friday, October 18, 2024

1627 Eastern Ave Polish National Alliance Lousy Building

The Polish National Alliance building at 1627 Eastern Ave, Baltimore City has been overrun by homeless people for a long time. The front door is usually locked, but has been pried open by homeless people many times. This must be stopped. They smoke crack, shoot dope, have sex, sleep all over the place, defecate and urinate in many places and leave trash all the time. They refuse to leave when told, including: one account of threatened rape in the laundry room; one of a fake maintenance man with a knife who attempted to gain entrance to an apartment; two accounts of maintenance men in physical confrontations with homeless men; one incident of a male member of the Alliance in a physical confrontation. Residents' packages delivered to the address are often stolen - including many medicines. 

The elevator goes out of service several times a year. We residents are never informed of what the status is of an elevator repair happening, including no posted signs about it by the elevator. One resident declares that there have been outstanding bills not paid to elevator repair. One resident says that the building is condemned. Another says there is a $44,000 water bill. 

When I moved in, there was no permit for muti-family unit dwelling rentals. My apartment never has had working heat, as others do not. The hallways are not heated. We are low-income seniors, disabled and there are government subsidies to this property. Most of us cannot afford to move, though we desperately need to get out of here. There are only a few low-res video cameras installed, and none on the 3rd & 4th floors where the apartments are, not on the 2 sets of steps, nor the laundry room. A camera facing the entrance has recorded all the homeless traffic, plus some of the package thefts (though some occurred from in front of apartment doors.

The first floor has a bar, and an auditorium from when the place was a Polish Catholic School built in 1923. Second floor is a Polish library and history collection. There are other negative aspects of the building, but what's said already is enough for you to know the horrendous situation. More is on the videos, plus in the 3rd post below. 

At 4:45 in this video, I show you doors that had not been locked then some months ago they became locked and no resident has a key to use the steps. The elevator broke for some days after the doors became locked and we had to leave one of the double doors propped open and we were hoping no one would close it.

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November 2023

October 1, 2024

1627 Eastern Ave 10/28/2024

1627 Eastern Ave 4th Floor Homeless 10/30/2024


Stench from and Filth in a Neighbor's Apartment

I am stunned, sick and stewing from the emotional & olfactory shock of experiencing the absolute crud and stench of a recently diseased neighbor's apartment down the hall from my 3rd floor apartment 306 in the Polish National Alliance building at 1627 Eastern Avenue in Baltimore City. My neighbor in 302, named Bruce, died a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, he and his apartment have always stunk from his urine. He went out every morning to buy food, and you will see in the video why - his kitchen is far too filthy for preparing food. Bruce had no contact with relatives or friends. He was a pleasant fellow, whom other neighbors and I liked. 

He had no running water for three years. 

Our rental agent hired three men with a pickup truck to clean Bruce's mess out. Those guys were suffering on the job and did not even have masks on or other protective wear that the horrific task required - legally. It is a horribly contaminated situation, which seriously endangered the health of those men and anyone at their homes who may have come in contact with their resulting contaminated clothing. It should have been a professional hazmat outfit. Those three men dragged a bunch of large, heavy gage black plastic bags out front and piled them up high. Neighbors were amazed at the amount of crap that came out of Bruce's efficiency apartment. No one can figure how it all fit in there. 

As those men carried stuff out and down the elevator, they spread contaminating debris on the floors, which two women neighbors kept coming out and cleaning up. One lady said something about bed bugs, and there was mouse feces, along with bird excretions from Bruce having an open window with a small table by it where he fed pigeons and maybe other birds. I saw the table in the trash pile covered with bird poop.  

Several years ago, before I moved in, Bruce had the hallway so steadily stunk from having 15 cats crapping and peeing everywhere in there that he was forced to get rid of cats. The apartment has never been cleaned in the decade or so he lived there. The hallway has stunk so sickeningly that I never allow anyone I know to come here, which keeps me from family and friends plus any attractive woman I might meet here in Fells Point.  

Bruce's next-door neighbor said she once was walking her garbage down the hall to where the trash cans are in the entrance to our laundry room as Bruce exited his place and when she stopped to exchange brief pleasantries she saw a, "Tornado of flies swirling in the kitchen."  

Many of those flies now have moved in on me, and I am steadily killing them. I never had to have a fly swatter till now, and in 10 days the sticky fly strips I've hung are covered in various flies. Bruce's place suffers massive mold problems, which may be migrating all through the building. The mice definitely moved out through the entire 100-year-old school building turned into apartments. 

That neighbor told me she had asked the rental agent, Jean, why she allowed Bruce to live there that way, and the reply allegedly was, "Because he pays his rent."  

I cannot understand how city inspectors never knew, and Bruce I do believe had federaly funded help with his rent. The apartment rentals here are owned by some corporation that probably has many investors, and you will see in the video how they are being cheated out of owning valuable 'stock' in this place. It is doubtful that most people involved in that ownership are OK with how it is here. 

It's a law-breaking shame that Bruce was permitted to live in & destroy that apartment while making life here at 1627 Eastern Ave. lousy. 

To me, these miserable memories are probably going to be in my sleep as bad dreams of the living nightmare I'm in. 

The video is practicably a horror show, from which I and other residents need to get out of but cannot afford to. 



Evidentiary Facts about 1627 Eastern Ave Baltimore

I will add to this as new info comes to me. There is input in here from several other residents (current and former) of 1627 Eastern Avenue Baltimore City. Most of the evidence presented here is from my personal experiences and some is effectively revealed in videos I shot and have posted online. I was a photographer in the US Army 1969-71 on peaceful Okinawa. The fact to begin with is that if our elevator goes out again, we do not have keys to the two locked doors to the stairs at the far end of the building’s entranceway hall. If no one can be phoned upstairs - and it needs to be someone who can still walk down and up steps - any resident can be locked out due to another elevator failure. It has stopped working several times while I’ve been here, and a few weeks before I moved in the elevator had been down for more than a month. One resident made it down the stairs to go see her doctor, and she was kept in a hospital for that month. It was alleged to me that an elevator repair company was owed big money. This is about the worst aspect of how we residents can come and go in and out of the building. 

Yesterday, I learned that water leaks from the roof of a 4th-floor apartment when it rains, requiring several containers to catch the water. The ceiling is about to collapse. Four unoccupied units there may also have water coming in from the leaking roof.

A resident told me about a basement door being unlocked for a long time and might still be unsecured. That man told me he walked down there one time and found pistol ammo laying on the floor, indicating that some homeless criminal was in our building armed with a firearm.  

Then there is government web page info that a huge water bill for this building goes unpaid. 

One woman said she went into throw her trash out and she told me, “A man was washing his ass in the sink. I told him I appreciate you keeping your ass clean but not cleaning it in here.” 

Some months ago, the laundry room and trash area door was being locked in the evening and unlocked in the morning same time every day by a female resident, but then one evening a large, fierce and filthy (inside out) man who was preparing to sleep there all night told the lady that she was not going to convince him to exit the building then added the question of did she know he could rape her right then. That woman told the office about it and was asked did she call the police, and then that was it. Any call to the cops and that mean man who has access to the building may come back and brutally sexually assault and murder her. 

Several years ago, a female resident answered a knock on her door, when a man said, "Maintenance!" She opened the door to see a knife pointing at her, then the shocked lady slammed the door shut. 

A homeless guy once attacked a maintenance man, and luckily there were two other maintenance men in the building - including the first man's nephew - and it took the three of them to force the violent homeless man out of the building. 

One time, several homeless men had cut the lock off the door to empty apartment, and they were there several weeks. I think it was four there when forced out, but only one was arrested and that was for theft from a store. 

One weekend a resident went up and down both stairways and took evidential photos of crack smoking, iv drug use, cheap booze empties, and food container waste. Homeless have used the stairs to urinate and defecate on for years now.

Several months back, a resident had two men from City Councilman Zeke Cohen's team tour the building and those two fellows informed that resident that there was a work order on file from two or more years prior that demanded certain code violations be remedied, and there was a record of the job being signed off as done by someone, but the work had not been done.
     
A resident told me that sometime in the recent past a politician had said that the building will no longer be inspected by private contractors, and code enforcement activities will be performed by government inspectors. This is a federally subsidized apartment house, and our governemnt is not getting our monies' worth.

The rental agent Jean once replaced the name of the hier to a resident's life insurance policy with her name. About a year later, a new resident moved into the building and Jean started asking her if she had her finances straight, and do you have life insurance. That lady is no fool, and realized that Jean was up to no good. The offended life insurance owner is afraid to complain because Jean may put the good woman out.

I do not know of any resident who has always had their heat and air conditioning working. Neither my gas heat nor electric air conditioning ever worked for me. Months into me living here, BGE had to come and remove my gas meter because they said it was not working and they had no idea if I was using gas or not. At that point in time, I knew so much about the bad aspects of the building and its maintenance that I do not trust having gas run in through the old lines and fittings that might leak. Then there’s the horrible dangers of carbon monoxide poison in the air from incomplete combustion of the gas heater’s pilot light or main burner. I had to help with a situation up in Maine, back in 1969, where three men (died) and a boy (lived) suffered carbon dioxide poisoning from a crud-compromised gas-powered refrigerator back in the woods at the family’s camp. 

The other bear hunting guide who worked for my uncle’s lodge was there when two dying men needed a four-wheel drive ride out to the main road to meet an ambulance; the two middle-aged brothers were projectile vomiting and defecting bloody messes in the back of the lodge’s pickup truck. They died there. My uncle and I rode out to wait by a float plane pilot’s place, and the coroner was unloading one body-bagged man from the float plane and also waiting for the other two who’d been declared deceased and coming out in the ambo. The other man I worked with had to deal with the bloody mess in the truck happening, so I took on my best place to help and drove the truck back to the lodge and cleaned out the back. I don’t want that kind of a scene to be me in my apartment horrifically dying alone. 

Last year, for several weeks, I was in a nursing home. I live with steady pain from spinal injuries and arthritis (my knees go bone on bone) and it had me down a bit too much to take full care of myself. They had excellent physical therapy that helped me get back to moving around better and when I was about to be discharged, I looked at the recent usage on my BGE bill and saw it was above ten dollars a day without me being home. So as soon as I walked into my apartment again I checked to see what electric users were on, and it was only my refrigerator – which is about a fifty cents a day user. I made online and telephoned complaints to BGE requesting full investigation of my electric overcharge situation. I could not keep up with that over-the-top electric bill and was cut off from electric power for a time. In the months since my electric has been turned back on, I now average two dollars a day use. 

There is an unrented apartment down the hall from me that is covered with years of dirt, dust, along with a massive number of mouse droppings that dries and turns to toxic dust in the air here. Then there is the horrific, massively moldy, mouse dirt-covered apartment down on the other side of the hall from the other mouse house (see video of Bruce's apartment in the post prior). Wiring is possibly compromised by mice chewing on the insulation. There is a lot of rot all through those apartments. Neither place had heat nor air conditioning for a long time nor hot water, so those systems need serious checking, maintenance and replacement. It’s gas heat, so that is another danger with a system that might have leaks coming on.  

I stay deeply concerned for the safety of citizens using the first & second-floor Polish club during social events because the citizens who illegally enter the premises represent many arrests and decades of penitentiary time. One time when the elevator was not working, I was standing in the entranceway talking with a Polish club member when two homeless crackheads walked right in past us and up the stairs two levels. A few minutes later I had to walk up those steps and did indeed witness them smoking crack. I converse with homeless folks a lot, and some of them and I know each other. I don’t want any hard maneuvering to go down against them. It is incredible how widely and years-long the building I live in has been known amongst homeless drug addicts. It is wrong that they are allowed to become painfully adjusted to surviving another and another miserable night sleeping in the laundry room or on one of the two stairways of the old schoolhouse but then finally be prevented from ever doing it again. It will remain difficult to keep them out, but we residents need them kept out. The stairways are designed for a stream of kids walking up and another stream going down the stairs, with wide and roomy stairway landings that accomodate sleepy dopers. Desperate people in need of a place to consume hard drugs and/or crash-out are not opposed very much by anyone. Some of those unhoused people urinate, defecate (a three-week-old one lays dry right now), a few regurgitate, and all leave their foul wastes for someone else to clean up. All will want to do harm to any of us residents who oppose them being here, which puts us in danger of being violently attacked in this building or out in the neighborhood. 

I fear having family and friends up to my place because if any homeless start trouble with them I might be forced to use my pepper spray, my legal edged or blunt weapons against the offender, and I possess no qualms about hurting or killing any attackers at anytime. Whether I be with people I care about or by myself.  

I have worked several security guard jobs decades ago and I know that a 24hr uniformed security guard service should be begun. Take a table or desk out of the auditorium or wherever and at least one comfortable desk chair. There are the two bathrooms in the entrance, and an electric outlet across the hall, so that makes it good for a security post. The camera system needs replaced, and possibly be able to handle live feeds so the guard’s coworkers can watch for emergencies. Maybe by the guard’s laptop, tablet or cell phone. If anyone offensively goes at a guard, they need an instant 911 call made, and the homeless crack heads will try what they can to get by the guard, and some won’t want to take a no from anyone and really let loose verbally and or physically abusively towards the offended security personnel. 

The right, fair and solid way to remedy the worst of the problem of easy entry to the place is to post a 24hr guard service in the entrance area with their back to the inside double doors. Whether it be with or without firearms is not within my ability to discern, that is for when seasoned 21st Century security pros come look the place over and learn the levels of danger. I am hoping the women and men who each take a shift there only need defensive spray & they do!, a stun device? a tactical pen, kubatons, any legal baton.

The 1627 Eastern Avenue security post is definitely a good post for people who only have to be 100% aware of who’s in the entranceway or outside the front doors. A guard can do on the internet or unconnected devices what is permitted by their company; speakers, head phones, ear pieces volume need be in line with safe awareness of sounds, and the spot where the guard will sit has solid walls and doors on each side and the rear and when I enter the area from outside and having my portable speaker playing from my Rollator the music really sounds louder and better defined. A guard can like the post better with low volume speaker clearly making the movie, sports game, music, web pages sound good enough to hear the spoken dialogues and parts of music. Having it any louder limits hearing things happening at or near the outside of the door. Also, it is absolutely pertinent that guards can easily, immediately, clearly speak with and hear anyone who comes in. The guard may not realize that the unknown person talking nicely to a resident as they walk in the door may be trying to sneak in to the upstairs. There are not many people going to be coming and going so guards will probably be on name known basis with the daily regulars. There will be individuals who try to come in as someone walks out or in and some outsiders will get themselves in to some degrees of good and/or bad conversation with a security guard. 

Now is the time for free access to the homeless to be stopped. This causes so much trauma here to us residents that we’re often talking it over with each other, our various therapists and medical personnel. Multiple complaints have been given to politicians, city housing agencies, media, been posted on Facebook, housing advocates, and to the lawyer Richard Hackerman as a class action lawsuit on behalf of about eight of us residents against our landlord. We went to the lawyer’s office and signed the papers many months ago, but he does nothing. I can never forget when right after we signed, as he gathered our paperwork into one stack, he half-heartedly quipped something about now having to figure out how to go about that kind of case. He possessed no well-honed strategy because it is not his type of legal work. No experience in the ways of it. None. 

I need to move to a healthy home of my own. My health situation requires part-time help with household chores and driving plus a service dog. I need to move out to the dry air of the West and have a small handicap-adapted house with a fenced yard. It’s getting more and more painful just walking between rooms in my small apartment. I suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury in April 2023. My anxiety and depression are making a muddy hell out of my very existence, and I am receiving medical help for all my disabilities.

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1627 Eastern Ave 3rd Floor Mess 10/30/2024

One of five tripping hazards on the 4th floor.
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Another of the five tripping hazards on the 4th floor.

The 3rd floor has this tripping hazard right outside the elevator, -plus a few begining to peel up, but are too small to photograph well. 

Monday, September 23, 2024

Outline of Mass of Evidence Against John David Infantino

John David Infantino is an international scam artist whose crimes have negatively affected millions of people worldwide. This video reveals enough information about him to have him arrested in numerous countries and American states. My intent here is to convince authorities to do their own investigations of John Infantino and bring him to justice. 



Tuesday, July 30, 2024

Evidence from Scam Falsely Claiming Serena and Venus Williams are Involved In a Tennis Complex

Video of a scam that falsely uses the good reputations of Serena Williams, Venus Williams, and even their sister Isha O. Price as leverage to pry loose investment funds from intended scam victims. The scam artist is John David Infantino.

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Monday, April 29, 2024

Army Comrades and I Enjoying Life Off Post on Okinawa


Okinawa 1971, my camera's self-timer allowed me to be in the shot. L -R: that's me wearing bell bottoms; then Colorado mountain country boy John; California biker Earl; and Chris from the upper Midwest. All warriors who could trust each other in combat. That's Chris's chain driven Honda Sports Car, which did not have a radio but the driving sounds while riding in it were music to our young men's ears. We were in front of an off-post house Chris and John rented for $45 a month. The bars on the windows were protection from typhoon blown objects. The house was furnished with old thin Army mattresses for sitting and sleeping, a coffee table, a TV on a stand, nice stereo equipment on stands for the hippie style record album collection, and a spider web painted parachute set up hanging over the living room. The chute was Day-Glo painted psychedelic fashion for the black light they had, plus each room had a regular lamp. Shoes were left outside Japanese style, as those Asians normally do not have chairs or modern beds. 

It was a party pad, back in an all-Okinawan neighborhood. In GI housed areas, we'd have been busted for living off post because only married guys with wives there were supposed to be staying off post. Plus, there sometimes was pot smoke smell in and around the place. Many cases of cold beer and bottles of other boozes were enjoyed in that humble abode off-post. We were polite, considerate and not one of us and other friends and buddies - who sometimes partied there - ever got out of hand being drunk in the neighborhood. The Karate trained, average, Okinawan males would have run us out if we had been jerks. 

When Okinawans smelled and saw us smoking, they'd smile and say, "Happy smoke, happy smoke," even though no weed was grown on Okinawa - due to the soil not being good for marijuana plants - so it was imported from Southeast Asia. Very few natives had ever tried the dried flowers. 

Earl had an apartment where he lived with a cool-chick Okinawan lass who had graduated high school the previous year. Chris had a true-love Okinawan girlfriend who came over on days off school and sometimes with a couple of her female high school friends; a cute one of whom I had hooked up with for a while. John was having an affair with some other GI's wife, and she sometimes came there and got loaded with us. I was with a 20-yr-old Okinawan woman, a bar hostess, for a couple of months, who had smoked cannabis with previous American boyfriends and lived in her own apartment; she was the only local at all with whom we shared pot pipes or joints. Females working in bars hustled drinks and conversed with GIs, but only girls in brothels who possessed health department registration cards were paid sex workers. Most had graduated high school a year or two prior and were working off loans their fathers had made from the brothel mamasan, and that was a shame on the entire society.

For several months, I rented an apartment across a little valley (see photo below) from Chris' and John's place, above the neighborhood convenience store.
 
We never offered, nor would allow any of our buddies to offer, the Okinawan girls any intoxicants; the girls showed no interest in alcohol or catching a buzz. Delightful young Asian ladies whom we did not wish to change abruptly by them consuming any intoxicants. The Okinawan girls' families were against them being with Americans, so had one gone home high we may have had a serious problem with their fathers. Those girls were not as sophisticated as some of the ones we GIs each knew back home, who had been getting drunk and/or stoned with us since our early teens. 

When we were in the store and kids were there, with their parent, we might offer to buy the children each a candy bar after clearing it as OK with the parent and the store owner papasan. In respect of what the parents wanted the children to have in their diets, plus definitely due to fear of diabetes; then also there is the "never take candy from a stranger rule" we were taught while growing up. 

One Saturday, when we were at the house with several other buddies, John told us he had promised his Okinawan papasan neighbor that the next time enough of us were around we would remove the remnants of a typhoon toppled tree in his garden that most of it had been sawed off for usable woods. Unfortunately, the wood salvagers had left a huge stump with large roots sticking all out of it higher than our heads. John couldn't stand the sight of that, due to his family living off their garden and not only was the huge stump taking up a lot of space in the small garden - in a crowded suburban neighborhood - the stump shaded some of the plants. 

With 7 or 8 young military members together for a friendly physical challenge like that it was, "Yeah man! Let's do it." We got all around the stump then hoisted it up by hand and set it off to the side. Damn we loved that. After that, the usually politely cordial, but Asian society reserved, Okinawan neighborhood who had accepted us there were really happy to exchange greetings when we walked past their homes. 

A few months later, I was in the house watching TV with Chris, when John came walking back from somewhere and spoke into the window telling us to come outside. There was an Okinawan family there with the front tire of their car in the small benjo ditch next to the road. Sewage ran from buildings on out to somewhere in often partly open cement trough benjo ditches. The three of us may have been able to lift the small Japanese car ourselves, plus there were two full grown 30-some-yr-old Okinawan men and two women from the trapped auto. 

As we three GIs approached the smiling men and two women out around the car making unsuccessful attempts to lift it, John reached his hand out across my and Chris's chests to stop us a second and look in the back seat. There was a 4- or 5-year-old girl in there with her fingers holding closed a deep bloody gash behind her ear. We three smiled with warm feelings of respect and care for the brave child. We appreciated and honored the Asian ways of how they raised their kids to be reserved, calm and collected during all times. We also knew that there was a medical clinic up the road they were heading to. It was a swift lift of the auto by we five men and away the Okinawan family went. 

On time, six of us American friends were playing touch football up the road a couple of blocks away on a bare dirt school yard, when some Okinawan kids over on the other side of the schoolyard kicking around a soccer ball got up the nerve to walk over and see what that was we GIs were playing. I was surprised they didn't know what the game of American football is. The oddly oblong ball puzzled them, so we handed it to them and indicated they should show us what to do. 

One boy, all were smiling inquisitively friendly, dropped the ball like it was a round soccer ball and they began to pass kick it to each other while laughing wonderfully at how the oblong ball moved zanily as a soccer ball. One of us picked up the pigskin ball as one of us said, "Let's teach them like it was football practice." 

We six young American Army men in their home country got them to form two lines, then had them run out for passes. As they got a good grip on what's the deal in catching footballs, we six took turns drawing the lines a receiver would make on a pass catching run. Then every time a kid got it right, we'd dig a coin out of our pockets and reward them. Thier parents made an average of a meager 25 to 35 cents an hour at work and candy bars were one nickel plus sodas a dime, so our coin rewards were welcomed by the boys. We Army dudes drew out the receiver's running patterns to be more complicated to small degrees - just like football practice should be - and it was a whole lotta fun. 

Schoolboys on Okinawa were taught Karate at school and by men in their families. It was assumed by GIs that all Okinawan men know some Karate and some are 100% deadly dudes. One hot evening after sunset, 5 or 6 of us friends were out in front of the house and over sitting on the low wall of the neighbor's garden, sipping beers and relaxedly passing a joint. Suddenly, we hear this strange swishing sound coming at us from out of sight just up the road. A group of about 40 young Okinawan men our age were in karate gis jogging barefoot, in tight formation, on the tar surface behind a mature man karate instructor - their sensei. The swishing was due to them not placing their feet in normal running form straight down then up with every step but each step was made by pushing their bare feet down in a forward action across the rough tar surface in order to toughen the soles of their feet. 

Us guys knew not to say anything to them, because it could be misconstrued as being rude or actually be rude. Karate is a lot about self-control, and it would have required some seriously aggressive stupidity on our part to anger any of them enough to launch into physical attack against us, but if one or more of them had walked over and insisted, we'd sure enough been convinced to apologize. All told, respect for all Okinawans was a lot more palatable to the friends I had on Okinawa. It allowed us to walk through back street neighborhoods to and from Ft. Sukiran or the shopping, bar, legal brothel and steam bath massage parlor districts any time of day or night.

Late at night, when walking through the neighborhoods, a few times we encountered an Okinawan man sitting cross legged at his front door and skillfully playing a stringed instrument. The men usually wore American style clothing out in public, but the musicians were dressed in their colorful, comfortable, native Asian style. The first time we stopped and smiled appreciatively approvingly, the man got up and went inside. After that we knew it was offensive to be Americans in his country and have us be friendly to a man peacefully playing his beautiful music. After that, on the 2 or 3 other occasions we were blessed to encounter one of those musicians at night, when no vehicles were moving about, and the majority of the residents were asleep in dark homes, we'd walk down the road a ways then stop and listen - in the darkness of backstreets not lit well by street lamps. For brief, magical moments. 

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Across the small road next to the house, and looking down into the little valley. My apartment & the neighborhood store were one of the cement-style, two-story structures at the top of the photo.


 

Friday, April 5, 2024

Supports That Were Knocked Out From Under The Key Bridge

Barge being pushed under the Key Bridge, into the Port of Baltimore about a dozen years ago. On March 26, 2024, an out-of-control ship hit the Key Bridge right there into the support on the left while floating outbound into this direction. The two supports crumbled and brought the bridge down into the waters:
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 This is for everyone who wants or needs to see exactly what the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, Maryland superstructure support -  that collapsed - looked like. 

I encourage you'z all to share this all over the world. 

Photography and Writings by David Robert Crews {a.k.a. ursusdave}

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Where The Key Bridge Was Hit

USN 55 going under the Key Bridge, into the Port of Baltimore about a dozen years ago. On March 26, 2024, an out-of-control ship hit the Key Bridge right there into the support on the right while floating outbound into this direction. The left side support stayed up and the other brought the bridge down into the waters: 

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This is for everyone who wants or needs to see exactly what the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, Maryland superstructure support -  that collapsed - looked like. 

I encourage you'z all to share this all over the world. 

Photography and Writings by David Robert Crews {a.k.a. ursusdave}

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Wednesday, April 3, 2024

Zoomed In Image of the Key Bridge Super Structure

On March 26, 2024, an out-of-control ship hit the Key Bridge right there into the support while floating coming into this direction: 
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This is for everyone forever who wants or needs to see exactly what the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, Maryland superstructure -  that collapsed - looked like. I had originally made the telephoto image for anyone who's into bridge design, engineering, and construction. For the geometric lines of the skyline beauty. From which artists are invited to use the image to base some of their designs into painting, sculpting, and more. To write a poem to. To add with a short story about the bridge, and we who are deeply affected by its collapse. 

I encourage you'z all to share this all over the world. 

Photography and Writings by David Robert Crews {a.k.a. ursusdave}