Ft. McHenry

At Ft. McHenry yesterday re-enactors were roaming the grounds. Sometimes shaping themselves up into formations, sometimes wandering off individually. As we sat eating a cupcake (not a very good one) one came over and told us they were about to fire a cannon and we were just barely in the safe zone. He seemed hot in his woolen uniform but insisted, although he was also wearing a flannel shirt beneath his coat, that he was not. We missed the cannon fire, but my companion did not like the re-enactors one bit. She said they were too much like clowns and she is one of those who does not like clowns. Apparently this is a breed of person – the clown hater. She felt their being in uniform made them resemble clowns. I pointed out that maybe she didn’t dislike clowns, just people in uniform. However, she felt pretty certain it was a dislike of clowns. She might have even been a little afraid as she was very nervous when the one came over to talk with us. And as we were leaving the company was marching in our direction and she adopted a swift pace to make our hasty exit.