If I had a desk belonging to the only President of the United States to resign, I probably wouldn’t want to sell it.
If I did want to sell it, I probably would use a high-end auction house. I probably would not put it on Craigslist.
And if I did put it on Craigslist, I’d probably put “NIXON’S DESK!!!!!” in the headline — all in CAPS, with plenty of exclamation points!!!!!
I’m just sayin’.
But right there on the New York Craigslist is this:
Gorgeous mahogany desk — $1450 (Westport)
And the photo:
But not until you read the text do you find (verbatim):
Mahogany desk. Spectacular.
This desk was president Nixons. I do not have a certificate of authenticity. But if you are interested and come see the desk I would be more than happy to tell you the story.
It’s 72″ x 36″ x 30″. The condition is “like new.”
And here’s the Craigslist map, showing where it’s located:
If an “06880” reader ends up with Nixon’s desk, please let us know.
And if you spot any Spiro Agnew furniture for sale on Craigslist, tell us too.
Alert — and confused — “06880” reader Jaime Bairaktaris was looking up an address on Google.
The world’s largest search engine — which supposedly knows everything — took Jaime’s “Post Road East,” and turned it into “State Street East.”
It’s right there on Google Street View too:
That’s the internet search equivalent of your grandmother telling you to close “the icebox.”
Jamie wonders: “Is State Street still the legal name of Post Road East?”
I’m guessing no. That would be “US 1.”
For over 3 decades, Westporters have known — and loved — the Double L Farm Stand. Lloyd Allen’s Post Road spot is the place for locally grown fruit and veggies, grass-fed beef, banter and community.
For more than 5 years, it’s also been a library.
Every 2 or 3 weeks, someone leaves a book just underneath the front window. Most are by best-selling authors, and/or from the New York Times bestseller list.
Some of the books left underneath the farm stand’s front window.
Lloyd has no idea who his secret donor is. Nor does he know why he or she does it.
But he’s built a very nice lending library. His customers love it.
And — just like Lloyd’s produce — it’s growing very nicely.
Part of Lloyd Allen’s lending library.
Joyce Joiner — who calls herself a “moderately alert ‘06880’ reader” — writes:
I always wonder why there are so many disgruntled comments on this blog.
In the 9 years I’ve lived here I’ve reaped the benefits of this charming town: Compo Beach, Longshore, friendly bartenders, nice kids … it’s a pretty nice place to live!
Today, after a snowy walk to Trader Joe’s — where I got some flowers for my mom, who’s in the hospital — Trudy and I had our regular fond exchange about our cats, my mom, etc.
She noticed how tired I looked. When I told her I was at the hospital a lot, she pulled one bouquet away and said, “This is on me, honey.”
But wait! There’s more!
The chip reader needed rebooting. It was taking a long time. Trudy was ready to say, “Just go! I’ll get it. You can pay me back.”
The chip reader came to life.
And I — happily walking in the snow, to Uber it to Norwalk Hospital — did too!
Joyce Joiner’s mom, and her flowers.
The other day, alert “06880” reader Peter Tulupman noticed something strange on the side of the Bank of America building downtown.
High up on the side was the numeral “1806.”
That’s not the street number — it’s 126 Post Road East.
And it’s certainly not the year it was built. Despite circling through a number of names (Fleet, anyone?) since its days as Connecticut Bank & Trust — the original tenant, I believe — this is not a 211-year-old property.
If anyone has any idea why this bank bears that number, click “Comments” below.
The first person with the right answer gets a toaster.
Alert “06880” reader Mary Sikorski spotted this sign this morning, on her daily walk down South Compo Road. It’s at the end of Sherman’s Way, near the Post Road:
No, the headline does not refer to owners who refuse to clean up their pet’s poop at Westport’s wonderful dog park.
It’s a reference to some bizarre sightings recently:
Yes, someone has been hauling furniture to Winslow Park, and dumping it there.
This raises a few questions:
- Why would someone bring old furniture to a dog run?
- How did they get it there?
- When did they do it, without anyone seeing them?
- What did they expect would happen to it?
If you know the answers, click “Comments” below.
Meanwhile, if you want some old furniture, it seems to be yours for the taking.
(Hat tip: Michelle Lieberson)