As some guy, in the story I have long forgotten, opined to someone else who then repeated it to my friend: "It's hard to be fabulous in Milford."
trying to post about more lately, and it has all those rural-meets-posh elements. But it also has something else.
*Spell-check thinks this should be "catatonic." (Quinnipiac = quinquennial; Shetucket = Sheetrock; Quinebaug = quinine; Oxoboxo = boombox; I could do this all day.)
Guilford, with that enormous perfect square, yet it was every bit as perfectly New England, and more broadly American at the same time, spacious and optimistic somehow, if all that meaning could be ascribed to a strip of green grass. And it had a tank on it, which I should have known wasn't just a Plainfield thing.
dream houses, and Roger Sherman. For now, at least, much of it is retained in a mix of preservation, shabby-chic aesthetics, and that haze of memory that simply hangs over a place, heavy and sweet, and refuses to blow away.
always a precursor of something sort of fabulous.