Wednesday, August 29, 2012
East Is East
One reason I'm forever going on about how more people need to come to eastern Connecticut is that this is a region where you will never, ever, no matter how much time you spend exploring either on purpose or by mistake, cease finding truly strange things.
So I should not have been surprised to find that Sprague has been holding out on me. There's this flatiron-y building, and a whole town center that's part old mill village, part Wild West street in search of a tumbleweed, part I don't even know what. (It's sort of Jewett City-esque, but different.)
Specifically, the area I'm talking about is Baltic, one of three villages in Sprague. The other two are Hanover and Versailles. (Just force yourself to stop thinking about Europe right now, because if you do it will make even less sense than it does already.)
So, Scotland. I've always driven through it on 395 and never - until now - on these pretty back roads. I didn't avoid it on purpose, it just happened that way. But I might have avoided it on purpose if I'd ever stopped to think about it, because Scotland has the distinction of being the first town in Connecticut in over 50 years to host a KKK rally. Pointy-sheet-covered morons burned a cross in a pasture here in 1980.
Other towns, like Meriden and Danbury, saw Klan marches - and, as in Scotland, counter-protests - in the 80s. And when America's largest Klan faction moved its headquarters to Connecticut in 1986, it was because its new Imperial Wizard (seriously, how silly are these titles?) lived in Shelton.
But Scotland, so rural and so easy to drive through without really driving though, seemed different. Who could tell what or who was still hiding in those deceptively calming rolling hills?
If you're tempted to check whether there's a Route 860 in the 203, I already did, and there isn't.
often the case.