Since this is the last weekend before I fly back to Boston, it would have been blasphemous to leave Baltimore without sampling the city’s famed crabs. Last evening, my friends took me out to dinner at Bo Brooks, where we sat on the balcony overlooking the waterfront of Inner Harbor just as the sun was setting. But as the evening went on, the serenity slowly deteriorated into a battlefield of carnage as I fumbled with my mallet trying to get all the little bits of meat from our dozen steamed blue crabs – reminscent of the scene with the monkeys from 2001. Although Melody was not available to join the feast, she did get to enjoy free music back home at the Boston Blues Festival this weekend. Sadly, I will just miss her when I get back, since she’ll be on a plane to a conference in Minneapolis that same day. Fortunately, she has promised to leave me plenty of home-cooked goodies for the rest of the week!