 And ATVs race up and down the street, driving over the grass, revving their engines beneath the trees. They pull up to benches overlooking the Baltimore skyline, glittering below. I tell you, this is some writing right here. So this security officer walks over to the group. Loud but good-natured banner, it looks like the reporter's following him, breaks out between Askew and the young men as he tells them the park is closed. Someone says something meant to antagonize.