I ❤️ Maryland is not a casual statement. It is a lifestyle built on cracking open a pile of steamed crustaceans with a wooden mallet on a newspaper covered picnic table while covered in orange seasoning up to the elbows, and calling that a Tuesday. That little red heart is doing heavy lifting here. It is love for a state shaped like a confused handgun, where you can hit the mountains, the bay, and four hours of beltway traffic all before lunch.
It is love for the most aggressive state flag in America, for seasoning that goes on everything including fries, ice cream, and probably your toothpaste if nobody is watching. It is love for a place where two inches of snow shuts down civilization and everyone agrees that is reasonable.
Soft, broken in from the jump, and built to survive humidity, bay breezes, and whatever the forecast decides to do in the next ten minutes. Thick enough to last, light enough to live in, and guaranteed to get a nod from every local who gets it.
