Michael Phelps was on the wall with more medals than we had pancakes. If you counted also the sausage links, coffees, and orange juices, we had more things than Michael Phelps had medals. But who's counting.The place had bag hooks under the bar. The woman sitting next to us had hung her bag from the hook, as had we. Her bag was a brand name logo bag, and she also had a brand name logo wallet, the former tan, the latter pink. She had a friend to eat with and a friend to talk on the phone with, but she had fewer pancakes than we had, and no sausage links. To the right of her were two youngish men. They had heaping plates of food and sparse conversation. They had a beard and a baseball cap between them. They had no bags, but maybe they had wallets. They may not have noticed the hooks.
When my friend and I had finished our marathon brunch, we took our old gossip and new eavesdropping elsewhere. There were many places to be in Baltimore, and people were waiting.
