So, I often head up to White Marsh for movie screenings. But with a back surgery looming (see: my “whining like a little bitch” post recently), I’ll be on recuperative house arrest for about three weeks or so, starting next Thursday. You know what that means?
Yes, there’s a small roadside farm on the way to the AMC in White Marsh. And it’s so groovy. Why take my word for it? TADA!