Category Archives: Totally random

Badges Of Honor

An alert “06880” reader named Laura writes:

I want to thank a member of our Westport community for an act of kindness that made a big difference in my life, and made me feel part of a wonderful town.

employee badgeI work at a local hospital emergency room as a nurse. Going into work last week, I could not find my badges. They enable me to get into the building, through doors, get paid, have codes for work, etc.

At the hospital, I began the long process of replacing my badges. Partway through, I got a call from security. My badges had been sent in from an anonymous Westporter.

Someone in my town had taken the trouble and expense to mail in my badges. It completely made my day. and made me realize what a great town I live in.

Thank you, whoever you are!

Our Tax Dollars At Work

Alert “06880” reader/photographer/man about town Miggs Burroughs writes:

After petitioning the state for years, they have finally established a break-dancing zone on Route 33 near the Bartaco parking lot.

Who says government doesn’t listen?

(Photo/Miggs Burroughs)

(Photo/Miggs Burroughs)



Pachelbel Meets Compo Beach At Trader Joe’s

Trader Joe's

First Snowflake Of The Season

(Photo/Mark Mathias)

(Photo/Mark Mathias)

And only 67 days until Christmas!

Aunt: I Sued To Get My Medical Bills Paid

Now that the dust has cleared — and we learn that the Worst Aunt in America was really just suing a young boy who broke her wrist because it was the only way to collect $127,000 on his father’s homeowner insurance — how come no one is asking the 2 most obvious questions:

  • Isn’t there something grossly wrong with our healthcare system when it costs $127,000 to fix a broken wrist?
  • And why didn’t she have medical insurance to cover that injury?

Broken wrist

Worst. Aunt. Ever. (The Sequel)

The bizarre, sad story — about an aunt suing for $127,000 in damages, after an 8-year-old boy jumped excitedly into her arms and broke her wrist — started this morning with the Westport News. It got some traction on “06880.” From there it spread to the New York Post. Reddit. Gawker.

And tonight, ABC’s World News Tonight.


Finally, the story comes its (thankfully) logical conclusion.

This afternoon in Bridgeport Superior Court, a 6-person jury took 25 minutes to tell Jennifer Connell: Go back to your 3rd-floor walkup in Manhattan  — the one that is so difficult to get to, what with a broken wrist and all.

And don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

(To see tonight’s ABC News report, click here.)

Worst. Aunt. Ever.

I seldom reprint news stories from the local media. If it’s already out there, I figure folks will find it.

But this story from the Westport Newshas to be seen — by everyone — to be believed.


In 2011, a boy named Sean turned 8 years old. He had a birthday party at his Westport home.

Riding his new bike, he spotted his aunt. He dropped it and ran to her, joyfully screaming, “Auntie Jen! Auntie Jen!”

“All of a sudden he was there in the air. I had to catch him, and we tumbled onto the ground,” his aunt — Jennifer Connell, a New York human resources manager — recalls.

“I remember him shouting ‘Auntie Jen, I love you,’ and there he was flying at me.”

This is NOT Sean Tarala and Jennifer Connell.

This is NOT Sean and his aunt, Jennifer Connell.

The reason her recollections are relevant, 4 years later, is that Connell is suing her nephew. She says that his “unreasonable” exuberance caused her to break her wrist. She is seeking $127,000 in damages from him. The case is being heard by a 6-person Superior Court jury in Bridgeport. He is the lone defendant.

She did not say anything at the time, she says, because “it was his birthday party and I didn’t want to upset him.”

Yet that broken wrist still haunts her.

“I live in Manhattan in a 3rd-floor walk-up, so it has been very difficult,” she said in court. “And we all know how crowded it is in Manhattan.”

But wait! There’s more!

Recently, she attended a party. “It was difficult to hold my hors d’oeuvre plate,” she told the jurors.

The Westport News story did not say if her voice broke as she described the horrors of her current, plate-holding life.

*Not The Onion.


Hey, We’re Just Doing What The Sign Says!

Westport Cleaners


In the biggest defeat for scientific inquiry since Senator James Inhofe looked at rising global temperatures, sea levels and catastrophic weather events and said “Nah,” has used “data and science” to identify the 10 most boring places to live in Connecticut.

You or I might think that meant examining things like beaches, restaurants, library events, art shows and Country Playhouse performances.

You or I would be wrong.

Sam Sparkes

Sam Sparkes

RoadSnacks — more specifically, a boring-looking twit named Sam Sparkes – has decided that the way to determine boringness is by looking at 128 towns with populations of at least 5,000.

They then determined the percentage of folks over 35 (an arbitrary age; “higher is more boring”); percentage of married households, households with kids and people over 65 (for all, “higher is more boring”); median age (“higher is more boring” — a statement that is pretty boring itself), and percentage of young residents ages 18-34 and population density (for both, “lower is more boring”).

Using those plucked-from-the-sky criteria, RoadSnacks — which not only has never been confused with Scientific American, but probably has never been looked at by any human being, because why? — determined that the most boring place in Connecticut is … West Simsbury.

And there in 8th place — following Orange, Essex Village, Georgetown, Northwest Harwinton, North Haven and Somers, but ahead of Old Saybrook and Cheshire — is Westport.

To which, there is only one answer:


(Photo/Terry Cosgrave)

This town is sooooo boring! There’s never anything to do here! (Photo/Terry Cosgrave)


“I Do!”

Compo Beach was the site of a wedding earlier this evening.

Compo Beach wedding

As the couple said their vows — and casually dressed friends and relatives (not to mention the videographer) looked on — they were joined by dozens of interested beachgoers.

They didn’t crash the wedding, exactly. They sat respectfully on the jetty by the cannons.

They had no clue who the couple were. But they took plenty of photos anyway.

Compo Beach wedding 2

They did not get any champagne or cake.

Then again, they didn’t have to buy a gift.