From The Washington Post
At night, the big red "Domino Sugars" sign, literally the size of a basketball court, glows from the refinery rooftop. You can see it from I-95, from the aquarium, from the old 1900 Power Plant they've tarted up with a Hard Rock Cafe and an ESPN Zone. Like the Orioles, crab cakes and John Waters, the Domino sign screams Baltimore. It costs $100,000 a year to power and to keep the 1950s-vintage neon tubes in good repair. In this town, rich in the physical remnants of its working past, that's money well spent: a blazing reminder that people and machines still make things, that the world hasn't gone entirely virtual, no matter how much the Chamber of Commerce hypes the "Digital Harbor" and the dot-com future it hopes to house in the city's old factories and loft spaces.