Category Archives: Totally random

Sadly, This Einstein Did Not Stick Around Long Enough To Pick Up His “Driver Of The Year” Award

Alert “06880” reader — and gobsmacked driver — Jaime Bairaktaris spotted this scene today on Weston Road, near the Merritt Parkway Exit 42 ramp.

(You can tell it’s the Merritt, because there’s a fairly large “No Commercial Vehicles” sign.)

(Photo/Jaime Bairaktaris)

Let Jaime tell the story:

The truck tried getting onto the parkway northbound, when people began to cut it off and blowing their horns. He decided to keep trying for Truck Driver of the Year award for a while. Finally he made a U-turn to go back towards town.

Let’s hope right now he is far, far away.

On 95.

Loving Compo

Love was in the air — and on the sand and the boardwalk — yesterday at Compo.

Alert “06880” photographer Lynn U. Miller was there to capture it, in all its many-splendored forms.

(Photos/Lynn U. Miller)

The 1968 Presidential Campaign Has Begun!

Spotted on Riverside Avenue. (Photo/Fred Cantor)

Scott Pruitt Will Love This Photo

Alert — and disgusted — “0688o” reader Robert Jacobs was behind this bus the other day, on Old Hill Road:

(Photo/Robert Jacobs)

Schools were off last week, for spring break.

I guess the driver wanted to make sure no one enjoyed the weather.

Re-opening A Cold Arson Case

“06880” readers often email me with unusual questions. What was the name of that restaurant somewhere on the Post Road in the mid-1950s? Can you forward this email to my old English teacher? Will the Greens Farms firefighters have their annual Easter egg hunt this year?

But Peter Jennings Talbot’s recent request might be the most unusual of all:

In November of 1966, a person or persons set my great-grandparents’ (Erwin Morehouse and Mabel Sanford Jennings) home at 4 Beachside Avenue on fire. I believe that someone in Westport must know who did this. Would you be able to write a story about it and see if anyone would come forward with comments about it?

It’s simply out of curiosity.  Certainly the statute of limitations for the crime has long passed, but I, my mother Ellen F. Jennings, and her Jennings cousins have always wondered about it.  They spent great times at the house and on the property and have wonderful memories.

O-kay!

Helpfully, Peter sent along a front-page Westport News story from November 17, 1966. In it, Fire Chief Harold Shippey asked the Police Department for help investigating the possibility of arson, in the “spectacular fire Tuesday night which totally destroyed a vacant old house on the Jennings estate.”

A Westport News photo with the story, from November 17, 1966.

It started at 8 p.m., and lasted over 4 hours. As firefighters left the station, they could already see the blaze.

The house — the oldest on the property, and called Red Oaks — contained 17 or 18 rooms. Built around 1890, and abandoned for several years, it had been the target of vandals. The news story said all the windows were broken, and the floors and walls defaced. There was no light or heat. Neighborhood children referred to it as “haunted.”

Although the building had a replacement value of around $100,000, its assessment at the time of the fire was only $3,700.

The home at 4 Beachside Avenue, before the fire.

Peter says he could never understand why “such a wonderful and remarkable house was simply abandoned” — especially since the house owned by Erwin’s brother’s Henry was occupied next door.

That’s all I — and Peter — know.

He hopes at least one “06880” reader knows more. If you have any information on this long-ago, still-unsolved arson case, click “Comments.”

Or email me privately: dwoog@optonline.net.

Fire away.

6

During last night’s rain, a giant “6” appeared on the Westport Library roof.

It glowed. It pulsed. It changed colors.

I know why it’s there.

Do you?

If you’ve got an idea, click “Comments” below.

NOTE: Unlike another “06880” story published earlier today, this is not an April Fool’s joke!

Disgraced President’s Desk For Sale In Westport

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.

Okay, So First You Head Down State Street…

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:

state-street

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.”

Double L’s Secret Llibrarian

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.

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.

Part of Lloyd Allen’s lending library.

Trader Joe’s Bouquet

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-joiners-mom

Joyce Joiner’s mom, and her flowers.