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Sunday In Elvira’s With Joe

You never know who you’ll run into in Westport.  I’ve seen Diana Ross, Brian Williams and Manute Bol, to name 3 random famous folks.

Last Sunday at Elvira’s, Sef Brody saw Joe Lieberman.

The 1990 Staples graduate did more than just say, “Good morning, Senator.”  Here’s his story, direct from his Tumblr, “Brody Post.”

He was wearing a baseball cap in front of the deli counter, standing with his wife and 2 friends, wondering out loud what kind of egg sandwich to order.  I had just rolled out of bed but there was no way I could miss that face.

Half-hidden under my green hoodie, I told the former vice president-elect that they make delicious spinach and feta at this place.  He wanted to make sure it was vegetarian.

He asked me my name and what I did. We talked about our shared Hebrew name and its origins.  He told me a related story about his wife.  I told him I grew up in the neighborhood and that I got my first job in this same deli when I was 15, they put me to work integrating the various sections of The New York Times in the back garage before dawn on weekends, that now I’m a clinical psychologist living in Paris.

He said that sounded pretty great, how’d I manage that?  Not wanting to get into it, I said, “It seems you’re not doing too bad yourself.”  He introduced me to his Westport friends.  For a man who I’ve come to see as a total disgrace, whose politics I detest, I found this guy very charming in person.  I imagine he must share this trait with most successful politicians.

Joe Lieberman, the senior senator from Connecticut.

Itching to talk politics, after we both ordered I started asking him questions.  I shared my concern with him that the next financial crisis will be worse than the last one, asking him how realistic our chances were to break up the mega-banks before it’s too late.  He said that funnily enough someone just asked him the same question— as if “too big to fail” was a new concept— and went on to blame Republicans for blocking reform.

I said, mistakenly, “You’re caucusing with them now, right?” He looked down and away sheepishly, replied that he’s still caucusing with the Democrats.  I responded, “But you can understand why I could make that mistake, right? Everybody’s like, ‘What happened to Lieberman?’”

Wondering about the best way to broach US-Israeli injustices towards Palestinians, a topic of deep personal concern to me and one in which he holds unique power, I asked the chairman of the US Senate Committee on Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs another crucial question:  “Don’t you wonder whether we’re endangering both US and Israeli security by lending full support to Israeli aggressions?”

He responded that “it’s not a blank check” we’re giving Israel.  He claimed that Israel has so few discussion partners in the region that they’ve become “paranoid”— he puffed his chest out and balled his fists to demonstrate what he meant.

When I bemoaned the lack of real public debate on such a serious issue in the US compared to the relatively vibrant debate happening in Israel, he corrected me that there’s actually plenty of debate happening in the US — “just not in public.”

Sef Brody, the clinical psychologist from Paris.

I very much wanted that conversation to continue but he eluded further clarification, and left to join his wife and friends at the picnic tables outside.  I stood there thinking that despite the mysteriousness of that last response, it was very revealing about how he views American democracy, about how he understands the way it’s supposed to work.

What would you say or do, given a surprise opportunity to face a contemptible politician mano-a-mano?  Throw your shoe?  Spit in his general direction?  Curse him out?

It might have felt good to let out some real anger, to at least remind Lieberman of his deep betrayal of Connecticut voters, or about how profoundly he has shamed himself and the United States.  I might have liked also to ask him which country he wants to invade next.  Or about how many civilian deaths he thinks he might be personally responsible for across the Middle East and Central Asia.

I instead asked myself, What approach is mostly likely to have a desirable effect? Looking into the sympathetic eyes of a man who has successfully mastered an enormous, complex and corrupt political system, I found myself taking the polite-but-critical tack.

Leaving the store, still groggy and hooded, I headed toward Compo Hill Road, coffee and egg sandwiches in hand.  He waved goodbye, and called out to me by name.  I swung around past his table, put my hand on his shoulder and reminded him of one short-term need that might possibly get through.  “Break up the mega-banks, Joe.”

He turned and called out, smiling:  “That’s the message of the day.”  

Robert Levine’s 3rd Party

What are the odds of a 3rd party in America?

Not bad, according to one Westporter — a man who should know.

According to alert “06880″ reader Tish Fried — who wrote the following report — over 40 people attended a book launch on that subject last Friday at Write Yourself Free in Colonial Green.

Robert A. Levine (Photo/Dave Matlow)

They discussed Robert A. Levine‘s latest work, Resurrecting Democracy: A Citizen’s Call for a Centrist Third Party.  Levine — a Westporter for 40 years — is fed up with the extreme partisan bickering that’s paralyzed the federal government.

A Vietnam vet who became a medical doctor, Levine has watched the evolution of American politics with increasing alarm.  Energized by his faith in democratic processes, he wrote this book.

“Is democracy dead if it needs resurrecting?” asked Patrick McCord, the event moderator.

“The current form of democracy serves to reinforce sitting Congress and the established parties’ self-interest,” Levine replied.

He proposed “a 3rd party, not bound by a single personality and structured on the principals of transparency, integrity, competency; a party with a commitment to finding pragmatic solutions to our most urgent problems.”

An energetic discussion of the viability of creating a 3rd party ensued.

Levine believes the moment is now.  “This is a great time for this discussion. Congressional approval is at an all time low of 9%, the Tea Party and Occupy Wall Street Movements are gaining numbers.  Why not now?”

Audience members shouted out names of possible leaders:  Chuck Hagel.  Michael Bloomberg.  Russ Feingold.  Even Republican presidential nominee Jon Huntsman.

“The talent is out there,” Levine said.  “We need men and women who will become a part of this movement.”

Levine said that he has been a political junkie since his days as a history major at Columbia University.  But many Westporters know him as their doctor.  A neurologist in private practice, he’s been on staff at Norwalk Hospital for over 4 decades.

A 3rd party.  Just what the doctor ordered?

Dennis Jackson Occupies Wall Street

Dennis Jackson’s family rented an Old Mill home in the summer of 1950.  They moved here that fall, and in 1956 moved to “the middle of nowhere”:  North Avenue.

Dennis’s brothers and friends camped out in the large woods across the street, until it was cleared to build “a fancy new high school.”

Dennis was in the first graduating class — 1958 — at nearby Burr Farms Elementary.  Three years later he joined a young Gordon Joseloff and others in forming an AM radio station called WWPT.

Mentored in radio by a friendly Staples High physics teacher named Nick Georgis, Dennis designed and built a small AM/FM transmitter.  He still has it.

He graduated from Staples in 1964, and went to RPI.  In 1967 “the allure of Westport life and Westport girls proved irresistible,” so Dennis came back.

He worked at Norden; helped start the new WWPT-FM at Staples; got an MBA at UConn; did a morning show on WMMM/WDJF, and from 1974-76 rented a beach house with his girlfriend Maureen (Staples ’67).

They moved to Wilton, Vermont, the Berkshires, then back to Wilton in 1982.

The other day, Dennis visited the Occupy Wall Street site in lower Manhattan.  He reports:

Dennis Jackson (right), with friends (from left) George Levinson and Ed Hoffman, at Occupy Wall Street.

There has been much criticism from conservatives that the occupiers have no proposed solutions.  However, in the tradition of American patriots who have assembled peacefully throughout our history, this is a protest against injustices for which Wall Street has become the focal point.

Much dialogue takes place among the occupiers and day visitors like us, and a regular schedule of “think tanks” in which anyone may participate.  Especially when compared to the relatively unfocused anger and deconstructionism of the tea partiers, these dialogues seem to offer very constructive ways to resolve feelings of frustration into refined thinking. and move toward consensus.

An older occupier. His sign protests the influence of corporate financing on political campaigns. (Photo by Dennis Jackson)

In addition to high unemployment, record levels of home foreclosures, and the expense and difficulty of obtaining health coverage, it seemed clear that a number of prominent financial absurdities that are highly unfair to the average American underly the protest.

One example is the ever-increasing income and wealth disparity between Americans in the top brackets relative to what we used to refer to as the “middle class,” and the disadvantaged, as exacerbated by the Reagan revolution and Bush tax cuts.

Another is the bailout of banks when people had to default on mortgage payments, when far less bailout money could have been applied to the write-down of mortgages so those homeowners wouldn’t have had to default in the first place.  Perhaps then, banks might not have been in the position they were to hand out bonuses that many homeowners and ordinary Americans consider obscene.

As in the ’60s, there was a current of peace and anti-war sentiment at the expense of more humanistic applications of the trillions of dollars invested in our military adventurism and warmaking, particularly in Iraq.  A good number of veterans were represented while we were there.

A woman with a Ph.D., who can't find a job, asks for work. (Photo by Dennis Jackson)

From the tone of many conversations, it’s probably fair to say that the occupiers, although not universally “liberal,” are progressive thinkers.  They seem mostly opposed to the Republican national agenda, which they perceive as favoring the already rich and powerful, seeking to increase corporate influence, hegemony and control, and to undermine and blockade programs intended to help the average American.

Comments overheard suggest that Fox News, the only network not in evidence, and Channel 5, the only local TV absent, were generally held in low regard.

Liberty Square was populated by everyone from college students to octogenarians.  All races were well represented.

A code of conduct was posted in several places.  There was no violence, discourtesy, scatology, drug use, “free love,” or unsanitariness in evidence.  Directions were posted to several nearby rest room facilities.  Volunteers circulated constantly, sweeping and cleaning up.

Bags of coats and bedding were free to anyone who got cold or wanted to “occupy” overnight.  A “free kitchen,” manned by what we understood to be 5-star chefs prepared food, and would not accept a donation for the delicious piece of chocolate cake I had.  I offered, but the reply was, “No thank you.  We’d like to contribute the cake to you.”

In spite of all the vitriol directed at the OWS movement by the right-wing media, it would be hard to imagine a more thoughtful, courteous, productive gathering of like-minded people opposed to financial injustice.

Many Occupy Wall Street protesters are young. (Photo by Dennis Jackson)

Occupy Westport

No, the Occupy Wall Street protest — which has spread to cities from Boston to San Francisco — has not yet come to 06880′s Main Street.

However, that did not stop Derek Pell — a Westporter in the 1960s and ’70s — from resurrecting an “occupy”-related photo on his ZoomStreet “art, culture, photography and noir” blog.

Derek wrote:

In the spirit of the recent Occupy demonstrations spreading across the land, here’s a photo (my first)  shot in 1969.  It shows artist Miggs Burroughs demonstrating outside the Westport Arts Center, where his paintings had been excluded from the inaugural exhibition.

The image recently resurfaced in a documentary on WAC.

I’m also responsible for creating that crude sign.

Art indeed.

Derek’s been attracted to this sort of stuff all his life.  According to Miggs, Derek — “using nothing more than a press pass from Fairpress” [a Westport weekly newspaper] — ended up in the front row of photographers at the Watergate hearings, and getting published in Rolling Stone, Newsweek and others.

Power to the painters.  The people.

And the photographers.

Tyler Hicks Returns

Just 4 months after his abduction in Libya made international headlines, Tyler Hicks is back in Africa.

The Pulitzer Prize-winning New York Times photographer spent some time in his hometown of Westport after his release in March.  He was among 4 journalists captured, including fellow Westport native Lynsey Addario.

Returning to work, his 1st assignment was Mexico.

Now he’s back overseas.  Today’s Times carries 4 compelling photos — the 1st ever from the newly created nation of South Sudan.

All carry Tyler Hicks’ photo credit.

Jubilation reigns in the capital of Juba, as South Sudan gains independence. (Photo by Tyler Hicks/New York Times)

As the sun shone through the trees, independence came to South Sudan. (Photo by Tyler Hicks/New York Times)

South Sudan president Salva Kiir's trademark is a black cowboy hat, a gift from former President George W. Bush. (Photo by Tyler Hicks/New York Times)

The new nation of South Sudan is led by former guerilla fighters and commanders. (Photo by Tyler Hicks/New York Times)

“Hell No, We Won’t Go!”

A portion of the crowd -- primarily Staples students -- protesting the Viet Nam war in 1969. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

For nearly 10 years, America’s all-volunteer military has fought 2 costly, controversial wars.

Protests have been muted.  A few people stand on the Post Road bridge every Saturday morning.  Someone writes an occasional letter to the editor.

At Staples, high school students — few of whom even think of serving — scarcely give Iraq and Afghanistan a passing thought.

How different things were in 1969.  Vietnam was a quagmire — and Westport was up in arms, on both sides of the issue.  Loud anti-war protests took place at Town Hall every Saturday.  After 3 hours of raucous debate the RTM passed — 17-15 — a resolution asking immediate action to withdraw from Southeast Asia.

Many Staples students — though certainly not all — were fervently anti-war.  On October 15, 1200 students — joined by some from the 3 junior highs — celebrated a national Moratorium Day.

They — actually “we,” because I was among them — marched from the Staples tennis courts, down North Avenue and Long Lots Road, all the way to the steps of the YMCA.

The long line of marchers headed downtown. The A&P was near what is now the firehouse; the Esso gas station is now a Phillips 66. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

We carried American flags and wore buttons saying “Peace Now” and “Hell No, We Won’t Go.”  Along the way, other students threw eggs at us.

At the Y, we listened to speeches (including one by Iowa Senator Harold Hughes).   We waved our fingers in the peace sign.  We looked around, and were stunned at our numbers.

A year earlier, we had helped drive Lyndon Johnson from the presidency — but our new president was Richard Nixon.  Finally, in 1973, a peace treaty was signed.  Two years later the last Americans were evacuated from the U.S. Embassy roof.

In 1969, Adrian Hlynka was a Staples student.  A gifted photographer, he took dozens of shots on Moratorium Day.  Here is what it looked like to protest a war, more than 4 decades ago.

A portion of the crowd in front of the Y. The Fine Arts Theater (now Restoration Hardware) was showing "Alice's Restaurant" and "Medium Cool." Police stood on the roof next door. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

More of the enormous downtown crowd. The current Max's Art Supplies is on the extreme left; what is now Tiffany is at the far right. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

Rabbi Byron Rubenstein of Temple Israel addresses the crowd from the steps of the Y. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

The crowd was predominantly -- though not entirely -- made up of Staples students. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

A Staples student states his case. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

Junior high students joined Stapleites at the 1969 Moratorium rally. (Photo/Adrian Hlynka)

Geraldine Ferraro And Anne Wexler Kicked Ass

Most obituaries of Geraldine Ferraro this weekend recounted a key moment in her political career:  her vice presidential debate against George H.W. Bush.

Writing on TheAtlantic.com blog, Ben W. Heineman Jr. recalls the question on everyone’s mind:

How would she, a three-term member of Congress, stand up against the man who had been ambassador to China and the U.N, headed the CIA, and for the previous four years served as vice president of the United States?

The only one not worried was the Democratic vice presidential candidate herself.  She soon impressed her boss — Walter Mondale — and his staff with her preparation work.

Anne Wexler

Part of that preparation was guided by Anne Wexler.  Two decades earlier she’d been a member of Westport’s Zoning Board of Appeals.  But she was galvanized by Vietnam, and quickly became a powerful figure in national politics.

In 1972 she was a driving force in changing rules that opened the Democratic party to its current primary system.  Later she became a senior advisor to President Carter.

By 1984 she was a highly respected political consultant.  That’s when the Mondale campaign asked her to help Ferraro get ready for the vice presidential debate:  a crucial test on the national stage.

According to Heineman, “Ferraro’s self-confidence was well-founded. With poise, humor and substance, she went toe-to-toe with the vice president for 90 minutes.”

Heineman adds:

Afterwards, instant polls showed the debate a draw, and that was the view of many other commentators.  But a draw for a three-term congresswoman against someone with Bush’s vaunted resume…..

The most famous line of the debate, of course, was Geraldine Ferraro’s.  The vice president began an answer by saying:  “Let me help you with the difference, Ms. Ferraro, between Iran and the embassy in Lebanon.”

To which the first woman national candidate in American history replied: “Let me first of all say that I almost resent, Vice President Bush, your patronizing attitude that you have to teach me about foreign policy.”  This was the debate clip shown the day after — and to this day.

After  the debate was over, Vice President Bush remarked into a still open mic that he had “kicked a little ass.”  Given the expectations before the debate, I felt, along with so many others, that it was actually the other way round.

And it was another powerful woman — Westport’s Anne Wexler — who helped deliver that kick.

George H.W. Bush and Geraldine Ferraro before their vice presidential debate. (Photo: AP/Gene J. Puskar)

High Time For Medical Marijuana?

Carl Addison Swanson is freelance writer in Westport.  Preparing for a magazine article, he conducted an interview that he wanted to share with “06880″ readers.

Carl is examining the Connecticut State Senate’s attempts to legalize medical marijuana, as well as decriminalize its possession.  Previous attempts in 2007 and 2009 failed, but Governor Dannel Malloy has pledged his support.

Toni Boucher, who represents parts of Westport, is an ardent opponent.  She led the 2009 filibuster that defeated passage.

The name of the woman Carl interviewed has been changed at her request.

“My granddaughter made me some marijuana Rice Krispies treats.  Quite honestly, I was afraid to eat them,” she explains.  We are sitting in her dark den, in a split level off Cross Highway.

“I thought some police would come crashing through the door and arrest me.”

“Norma” is an artist, activist, mother of 2, grandmother of 4, and ex-wife of a famous Westport producer.  She is also a cancer survivor.

“When I first realized something was wrong, my stomach swelled up like I was pregnant.  It was horribly frightening,” Norma says.  “Of course, they operated and got most of it.  Ovaries.  But I had to go through nearly a year of chemotherapy.”

Norma is fragile, and I am afraid to ask her age.  She has liver spots on her hands, which shake repeatedly.  For some reason, this makes me nervous.  My prepared questions are virtually abandoned as a result.

“The chemotherapy was dreadful,” she continues without being asked.  “I couldn’t keep anything down.  It was like a terrible case of the flu.  And just when you started to feel good, you had to have another round of the damn stuff.”  She seems shocked by her own use of the word “damn.” She smiles.

I tell her I am writing an article about medical marijuana in Connecticut.  I say that bills have been submitted to the State Senate since 2007, but have failed.  The new governor has promised to back any new attempts.  Westport’s senator is strongly opposed.

“Well, I did eat finally eat those Rice Krispies treats, and I will tell you it helped,” she says.

“By my 3rd round of chemo I was ready to try anything.  It nearly cured my nausea, and I slept better too.  I started baking them myself.  The key is to melt the grass in with the butter.”

Norma stiffens in her antique straight back chair with this confession.  She is of the “Great Generation,” and still obedient to the rules of that culture.  The use of illegal drugs makes her uncomfortable.

“But I did keep using it.  I mean, why wouldn’t I?  My daughter got me some and it helped.  It got me through the god-awful drugs and made me feel almost human.”

I tell her one fear:  that the use of marijuana may lead to other addictions.

“Oh poppycock,” she actually says, sitting straight up.  Her eyes focus for the 1st time in our session.

“I have one glass of sherry every evening, and that’s it.  I never had any interest in those treats after I got better.  I’m more dependent on my sleep medication than those things.”  Her eyes twinkle for a second.  I can see that she was beautiful when she was young.

“You don’t have any on you, do you?” she asks, crossing her legs.

States marked in red have legalized medical marijuana. Those in blue have legislation pending.

The View From Egypt

Throughout more than 2 weeks of demonstrations in Egypt, the voices of Westporters have been quiet.

We’ve watched — with the rest of the world — as citizens of the proud, ancient nation have struggled against an oppressive government, and for freedom and justice.

One Westporter has more than a passing interest in the outcome.  Taher Naggar is the son of Egyptian parents.  Taher’s father emigrated to the U.S. from Egypt in 1969; his mother came 5 years later.  Born in 1976 in Queens, Taher moved to Westport at 5.  In 1994 he graduated from Staples.

Taher Naggar

Every couple of years growing up, Taher visited Egypt.  He spent time with family members, but did not really experience the country.  Only in the past 6 years has he gotten to know the land.  That created a “stronger, richer” connection, he says.

In Westport, Taher knew only 1 other Egyptian family.  But from his first day of kindergarten at Green’s Farms Elementary School, he never felt unwelcome or out of place.  He made friendships he maintains today.

“I never sensed that I was mistreated because I looked different, had a strange name or fasted during Ramadan,” he says.  “Even during the first Gulf War, as a freshman at Staples, there were only a few comments thrown my way.”

A Jewish friend and he often joked about “our brethren, and the never-ending conflict in Israel/Palestine.”  Taher learned that America is filled with people from other parts of the world — places rife with conflict — who find themselves “tolerating, working with, even developing and maintaining friendships and relationships with people from the very countries they may have learned to hate in their homelands.  It’s an amazing phenomenon.”

Even so, telling people he is Egyptian — and Muslim — has elicited amazement, and “big eyes of wonder.”  He cautions others that while he is no expert in either area, he is happy to answer questions.

After graduating from Ohio University, Taher worked at a talent management company, a boutique ad agency and Enterprise Rent-a-Car.  Last September he started a new career, as a 7th grade math teacher in the Bronx.  He now lives back in his birthplace:  Queens.

In New York, for the 1st time he socialized with Egyptians and Arabs who were not related to him.  It was exciting to have new friends — young men and women with similar experiences as children of immigrants.  It was novel to sit with 15 or 30 peers and switch back and forth from English to Arabic.

At the same time, he felt like an outsider.  He had grown up following religious and cultural norms like not drinking alcohol.  But his new friends were like most 20-something Americans, “doing everything under the sun.”

They also seemed to have stronger ties to Egypt than Taher did.  He made a concerted effort to know the country better.  On his trips there, he tried to live like a local.

Though spared the pain of knowing anyone who died on 9/11 — and not really the target of ignorant or insensitive remarks — Taher and others like him were strongly affected by the terrorist attacks.

“As New Yorkers, we watched our city and neighbors crumble and die,” he says.  “As Americans, we lost our sense of invincibility.

“As Arab Muslims, our religion and cultures were hijacked well before those planes took off, to be used as rallying cries for the grossly misguided ideologies of a twisted minority that do not reflect reality for the majority of the Islamic and Arab worlds.”

The current uprising in Egypt is “well overdue,” Taher says.  “While I pray for the safety of my family and friends there, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with pride and excitement.

“Over the last few years in particular, every local I’ve met in Egypt has complained about the lack of opportunity and freedom there.  Every family member I’ve spoken with echoes the same sentiments.”

Despite the fear and uncertainty, Taher says, his relatives “know that this uprising is what Egypt needs to stand up on its own feet again, and prosper and flourish.”  They look forward to a “new normal that will allow them to be fully part of the 21st century — not just living on the fringe.”

Taher has been shocked at the number of Egyptians who take to the streets, and their ability to hold their ground.  He does not think any friends or family members are actively protesting in Tahrir Square or at the Parliament building, though some may have taken to the streets with the general protesters.

He knows no one who supports Hosni Mubarak and his regime.  Doing so, Taher says, “would be akin to self-repression.”

He believes that if the demonstrators maintain their numbers and stamina, they can create the change they seek.

“I hope they are able to bring about the dawning of a new day in Egypt,” Taher says.  “I want for them and for Egypt what they want for themselves:  freedom.”

He was heartened by a friend’s Facebook post:  “Egyptian people, you have my sincerest admiration and respect.  I’ve never experienced a true sense of pride and belonging to you until now.  The world is watching you…make history!”

Taher Naggar is watching too, from thousands of miles away.  But these are his people, and it is his history that is finally in the making.

No Labels

Westport is hardly a hotbed of hyper-partisanship (certain “06880″ commenters notwithstanding).

Our civic discourse is usually civil; when it’s not, it’s less along Democratic or Republican lines than other, more personal issues.

Our RTM is non-partisan.

Our Congressional district has a history of electing good, hard-working, normal people — of both parties.  And we’re proud of the job they do representing all of us.

But Westport is the site of an initial meeting of No Labels.  That’s the grassroots organization working to end the toxic tone in Washington (and many states and districts).

The group’s “Declaration” explains:

We are not labels – we are people.  We care deeply about our country.  We are frustrated and concerned about the tone of politics.  We are passionate about addressing America’s challenges.

We are Democrats, Republicans and Independents.

Most importantly, we are Americans.

We believe hyper-partisanship is destroying our politics and paralyzing our ability to govern.

We may disagree on issues, but we do so with civility and mutual respect.

We believe in the vital civil center — a place where ideas are judged on their merits.

We believe that together we can make the future better and brighter — and give us what we all deserve — a government and a political system that works — one driven by shared purpose and common sense.

We believe our politics can change, so that government will work again and produce better results.

The consequences of inaction have never been greater, because the issues we face have never been more serious, more complicated, or more dangerous….

We must put our labels aside, and put the issues and what’s best for the nation first.  A promising future awaits us.

The 1st No Label organizational meeting for Connecticut is set for tomorrow (Monday, Feb. 7), from 6:30-8 p.m. on the 1st floor of the MetLife Building, 57 Green’s Farms Road.

The public is invited.  No matter how you label yourself, you’re welcome to attend.

(For more information, click here.)