A billboard of a massive Michael Phelps, our hometown Olympian, arms outstretched (pitching a new Speedo product) and towering over the streets of the boozy town of Ushuaia, Argentina strangely comforted me, making me think of home, in the way seeing an R.E. Michel Company truck always makes me think of my dear old Dad. Now, I hate chain stores and market saturation as much as the next person, but every time I saw the nearly ubiquitous UnderArmour brand (a Baltimore-based company), I took it as a virtual hug to my psyche.
Finally, I remember seeing a big, squat letter ‘G’ sticker on the back of a car when we were in Delhi. Instantly, I thought “Gilman!”- the school my nephew attends. One of the boys said, “It’s Georgetown!”- where another nephew goes to school. Harry said, “Greenbay Packers!” I think it ended up being for Greece…The point being, it’s all about how things relate to you. The world’s a big place, but our personal worlds are small and those we love, or have loved, act as our lens, no matter the distance of the journey.
-carter
The Brighams Of Baltimore 