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All Lined Up
A ride on the railroad is typically about where you go from there. You hear your stop announced, gather your gear, get out before the doors close. The satisfaction of...
All Lined Up
A ride on the railroad is typically about where you go from there. You hear your stop announced, gather your gear, get out before the doors close. The satisfaction of...
Checking Out
When I woke up at the Hotel Marcel and pressed the Morning button on the bedside console, the blackout shade rolled steadily up to reveal the downtown New Haven skyline....
Checking Out
When I woke up at the Hotel Marcel and pressed the Morning button on the bedside console, the blackout shade rolled steadily up to reveal the downtown New Haven skyline....
Checking In
The building that is now the Hotel Marcel has been a monumental vision to New Haven passersby since it was erected in 1969. It first housed the local Armstrong Rubber...
Checking In
The building that is now the Hotel Marcel has been a monumental vision to New Haven passersby since it was erected in 1969. It first housed the local Armstrong Rubber...
Liquid Asset
Swimming in an abandoned quarry has been a favorite summer pastime as long as there have been abandoned quarries. Swimming at the old brownstone quarry in Portland, Connecticut, takes this...
Liquid Asset
Swimming in an abandoned quarry has been a favorite summer pastime as long as there have been abandoned quarries. Swimming at the old brownstone quarry in Portland, Connecticut, takes this...
Hearts of Gold
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Driving into Meriden’s Hubbard Park...
Hearts of Gold
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Driving into Meriden’s Hubbard Park...
Minor Miracles
As a kid, the first day of baseball assumed a mythic quality. When that long-awaited game ended after my bedtime, the first thing I asked my mom the next morning...
Minor Miracles
As a kid, the first day of baseball assumed a mythic quality. When that long-awaited game ended after my bedtime, the first thing I asked my mom the next morning...