Remembering History: Find this red, white and blue buoy out in the middle of Baltimore Harbor, and you've reached the spot from which Francis Scott Key watched the bombardment of Fort McHenry on the night of Sept. 12, 1814. You might have heard a poem he wrote about it, one that talks about "the rockets' red glare" and "bombs bursting in air."

Find this red, white and blue buoy out in the middle of Baltimore Harbor, and you've reached the spot from which Francis Scott Key watched the bombardment of Fort McHenry on the night of Sept. 12, 1814. You might have heard a poem he wrote about it, one that talks about "the rockets' red glare" and "bombs bursting in air."

Find this red, white and blue buoy out in the middle of Baltimore Harbor, and you've reached the spot from which Francis Scott Key watched the bombardment of Fort McHenry on the night of Sept. 12, 1814. You might have heard a poem he wrote about it, one that talks about "the rockets' red glare" and "bombs bursting in air."