Happy Birthday, Mom!

If you are here for the first time because you just received the latest issue of the Baltimore Heritage newsletter in the mail, and you want to read the latest news on the trenchant issues facing our fair city, feel free to go directly to Save Saint Paul, Save the Rochambeau, or somewhere else. If you're not that focused, tired of the never-ending preservation battles, or just don't really care anymore, feel free to stay here and salute rodeoclown mom on her birthday by reading this post. Sorry, but there's no more cake.

Today we are taking a break from the exciting world of historic preservation to salute rodeoclown mom on her nth birthday!

We sure didn't have much growing up, but we had each other. Though, when you're running from the law like we were, you didn't want too much because it slowed you down. Thanks, rodeoclown mom, for being, well, such a good mom. Now, on to some seldom seen photos of the rodeoclown family in action!

Here we are hiding out in a cabin without any indoor plumbing somewhere deep in the woods in Pennsylvania. Even though we had prices on our heads, rodeoclown mom made sure we had our footie pajamas and a bedtime snack, even if it was a blanket:


Here's rodeoclown mom with some of our outlaw relatives and friends. Looking back now, our blue Impala getaway car was kinda cool, but the earlier red Corvair convertible would have been much cooler:


Here we are getting ready to head across the river just minutes ahead of the county sheriff (rodeoclown mom is calling the rest of the gang to get in line for the crossing):


Here we are after my first (abortive) attempt to cross the river without adult supervision (judging from rodeoclown mom's body language, she wasn't very happy at this point):


Of course, we have plenty more to show, but we've been so lucky for so long--being on the run and all--that I don't dare blow a family tradition now. Enjoy your special day, mom!