It is, actually, kinda a beautiful place. The way Maryland cuts in and out and around the Chesapeake Bay is mesmerising. I remember the various motorcycle trips I used to take riding around the Bay when I was young. I would get up early in the morning on a day-off or when I was between jobs and just ride, ride, ride, crossing bridges and swamps and estuaries. Of course, such a trip would often require going in and out of VA. But let’s no go there, dear worst-reader. Indeed. My worst-thoughts about VA are irregardless. And so. To wake up this morning, while visiting my beloved & missed #Americant, residing, of course, with my mother on the eastern shore of MD, this article popped out like no other. Reason? I was born in MD, I grew up in Southern MD, I tried (but failed) to get fully educated in this state, but I never once heard the MD state song. Of course, am I surprised that the song would include this krapp? Certainly not. Just visit Annapolis, dear worst-reader. The inner harbour there was made for slave trade and, like so much of #Americant, has been well painted over. Any who, at least I’ve always known the state bird.