If you've ever happened to look down in trepidation
when left-exiting I-84W onto Route 8S, you may have caught a glimpse of a structure, a little collection of steeples and peaked roofs and red tiles, and wondered what it was doing there.
I wondered that so many times that I finally found my way down from the multi-decked craziness beside the Naugatuck River known as the Mixmaster.
First I drove around in confused circles for a bit, because this is Waterbury after all. Pompeii
was playing, as if the radio knew all about this city's former grandeur. (Waterbury motto: "Quid Aere Perennius," i.e., "What Is More Lasting Than Brass?")
But then I came up alongside Riverside Cemetery.
The mystery building, which looks so small and strange
from above, is just a chapel - not particularly small and not particularly strange.
But its bright red doors, and the 36.4 acres
of hills and monuments beyond, made me almost forget the highway looming above.
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