, Maryland is an unspeakably boring suburb in an even more unspeakably dull suburban county (Prince Georges) adjacent to Washington, D.C., which likes to think of itself as the "most important city in the most important country in the world." Right. Roger that. In any event, a quick check of Wikipedia evinces a number of stultifyingly
boring facts about Glenn Dale
: it's exclusive claim to fame is that it is home
to Glenn Dale
hospital, an abandoned sanitorium
. Whether the purpose of said sanitorium
was for the physically or mentally diseased is left
unclear, but its proximity
to Washington, D.C. rather suggests
the latter. Otherwise
, Glenn Dale
is an unremarkable, ho-hum dreary place to find yourself trapped on the long road to nowhere. Unlike some
other venues which may have
a lack of stimulating shopping, dining
and cultural opportunities, Glenn Dale does
not even have
noteworthy scenery to relieve the otherwise
unrelenting boredom of its physical surroundings. No, those who dwell
there have abandoned
Cons: Surrounded by crime, strip malls mostly built in the 1950s and 1960s, lousy climate where the humidity
rarely drops below
90% in summer and winters are bitter and frigid.
Pros: BWI Airport is close
by so you can leave in a really big hurry if you have
the wits about you to do so.
A Glenn Daler is a kind of Archie Bunker
from the D.C. suburbs. Example
of his behavior can be seen here:
Typical Friday evening in Glenn Dale--
Gus: Hey, Betty, you wanna go up to Bowie to go shopping
for some Natty Boh?
Betty: Naw, Hon, let's just stay here and watch
the glue dry on the new wallpaper.
Gus: Sounds good.