A) Donald Trump
B) Hillary Clinton
C) Barack Obama
D) The Chinese Olympic swim team
A) Donald Trump
B) Hillary Clinton
C) Barack Obama
D) The Chinese Olympic swim team
Last week — in a nod to “06880”‘s tagline, “Where Westport meets the world” — I asked readers who do not live here to send photos of your favorite summer place.
A third of all “06880” readers live beyond this zip code. I thought it would be fun for our ex-pats to share scenes of your current, non-Westport lives.
Many readers responded. Here’s where you live, and what you love. The photos are arranged (more or less) geographically, from nearest to furthest.
Susan Feliciano and her husband Jose are just across the Westport line, in Weston. But they’re not, technically, here, so they count. He travels everywhere — in the past month he’s been in Austria, England and Baltimore; he leaves soon for Beirut, South Korea, Japan and Croatia — so home is particularly important. Susan calls this “our little piece of heaven, our little slice on the Saugatuck, especially lovely right after a summer rain.”
Bobbie Herman lives in Fairfield, half a mile over the border. Her favorite place is her garden. She spends 2 hours a day working on it. With 2.2 acres, there’s a lot to do.
“But it’s rewarding,” she says. “I have breakfast every morning on the patio which overlooks it, and every afternoon on the screened porch right next to the patio.”
Bonnie Bradley writes: “17 years ago, after a lifetime in Westport, I came to the town of Roxbury, in Litchfield County. Maple Bank Farm is a treasured destination, right in town. Farmers Cathy and Howie Bronson, of old Roxbury families, provide all kinds of their own vegetables and plants, and even skeins of wool from their sheep.
“Today you can go up the hill to pick their blueberries. Soon, their corn will be in. It seems you never go to Maple Bank without running into friends. That’s Roxbury.”
From the other end of Connecticut, Peter Barlow’s photo shows Pawcatuck and Westerly, Rhode Island, separated by the Pawcatuck River (the bridge in the background on the right). Despite being in 2 different states, residents hold joint parades. Pawcatuck is actually part of Stonington, 3 miles away.
Rebecca Wolin says: “I am very lucky. After living in Westport for 20 years I moved to a vacation destination: the Berkshires. Monterey, Massachusetts has 900 residents, but in the summer it grows to 5,000. This is the lake at the end of my road ( I cheated — it’s a fall picture). I live right off the Appalachian Trail, and love it.”
Geoff Hodgkinson (Staples High School Class of 1964) has lived in Marblehead, Massachusetts since 1964. A peninsula 17 miles north of Boston, population 21,000, it features a harbor at Crocker Park. During the summer, 2000 boats moor there.
Geoff’s 2nd photo is of the historic district: 200 Colonial-era homes, many from the 1600s. The tower in the background is the 1876 town hall. “All in all, it’s a great place to live,” Geoff says. “But I do miss Compo and other Westport spots from time to time.”
Kim Manchester Shaw writes: “I still refer to Westport as ‘home’, but It has been 30 years since I lived there. My brother and his family now live in our childhood home. It’s a blast to watch my niece and nephews enjoy all of our old Westport haunts as they grow up.
“These days I call Saratoga Springs home: the foothills of the Adirondacks. The photo is of my son, Alex, taken at the summit of Sleeping Beauty on an Adirondack hike last weekend. Tough to beat that view…unless perhaps you are in the 06880!”
Jane Davidson Arms (Staples High School Class of 1977) is now in Manchester, Vermont. Her youngest son (shown here) heads off to college in the fall:
After graduating from Staples in 1971, Fran Taylor has thrived in Kentucky’s horse country. She spent many years associated with Keeneland. She snapped the first photo below on Derby Day, while driving home from Louisville. The 2nd is taken from the driveway of her farm in Sadieville.
Tom Siebrasse offers this shot of Big Glen Lake, in Michigan’s Sleeping Bear National Park:
Mike Taylor checks in with a photo of Lake Michigan. He’s halfway between Milwaukee and Green Bay. His town of Sheboygan, Wisconsin is a top golf destination; one of 3 US Official Sailing Centers in the country; home of Road America, one of the 3 car racing road courses in the world — and host to concerts partially sponsored by the Levitt Foundation. Having been an original employee of Westport’s Levitt Pavilion — he did lights and sound — he’s particularly proud of that.
Mike asks, “So why is this my favorite summer spot? I loved growing up in Westport and looking at Long Island Sound. But here, sitting on our lake deck, we look at the horizon. It’s like looking at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore is awesome. And it’s my home.”
Last August, Diana and Leonard Zaslow moved from Westport to Bonita Springs, Florida. Here’s what they see every evening:
Alix Land says: “It’s hard to compare anyplace to Westport, but attached are shots from my home in Portland, Oregon. We get out on our bikes or paddleboards as often as possible.” The first photo shows the Willamette River, just south of Portland. She lives one street away from a ridge overlooking a beautiful golf course. On a clear day, she sees majestic Mt. Hood.
David Grant checks in from Danville, California — a San Francisco Bay area town of 42,000. The small-town atmosphere — with many unique stores and restaurants — reminds him of the Westport where he grew up. The 4th of July parade draws 40,000 attendees. Dave says: “Excellent schools keep property values strong. Good weather is a constant bonus.” Here’s Hartz Avenue:
Finally, Mara Barth writes: “While we enjoy living in Paris at the moment (been here since October), we very much look forward to a little time in Westport this summer!”
There you have it: where Westport meets the world. Plenty of water; mostly small towns; lots of beauty.
Wherever you are today: Enjoy it! There’s no place like home.
Once a day, every day — as regularly as the tides — Old Mill Beach-goers and Hillspoint Road drivers, joggers and strollers are treated to the same sight:
There must be a story behind the boat and its owners.
Clueless? Too lazy to get an actual mooring? Just happy going out for a quick spin when the tide is high?
If you know the back story, click “Comments” below.
In the meantime, we know one thing: At least half of each day, no one will steal this boat.
Who doesn’t love Westport Wash & Wax?
Our town’s only car wash is clean and green. They support every organization, cause and fundraiser that asks. They do fantastic work, and are always friendly.
This being Westport, they’ve probably worked on every vehicle ever produced.
But this may be the first time they — or any other car wash — ever detailed a kayak.
No, this is not an April Fool’s story. Donald Trump was seen at the Spotted Horse last night.
At least, a cardboard cutout of him was.
He — or it — arrived in Avi Kaner’s car trunk. The second selectman’s wife Liz was lobbying in Washington a few weeks ago. Waiting for her train home, she went into a souvenir store and purchased the cardboard fold-up “Donald.”
Since then, he’s made appearances at various town events — including graduation parties.
Whether you like the presumptive Republican nominee’s politics or loathe them, you gotta admit: He’s a stand-up guy.
(Hat tip: Francis Fiolek)
In the aftermath of the Orlando massacre — and at a time when political discourse seems impossibly polarized — it’s nice to hear about a few elementary school students who believe “kindness rocks.”
Visitors to Compo Beach recently noticed a pile of colorful rocks. Looking closely, they see that each bears a message: “Happiness.” “Love.” “Hope.” “Be yourself.”
A sign near the rocks urges anyone to take home a rock that they like — and perhaps create one of their own, to leave it for others to find.
“Take one, leave one, give one!” the sign says. “Kindness is contagious!”
The “Kindness Rocks Project” is the brainchild of Greens Farms Elementary School teachers Karen Frawley and Michelle DeCarlo. They run a group called Long Neck Leaders — 3rd, 4th and 5th graders who get to school early twice a month, and come up with ideas to make a difference. Last year, they created a schoolwide “Patches Plunge” and raised $6,000 for the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp.
Karen heard about the Kindness Project — meant to promote “random acts of kindness and inspiration to unsuspecting recipients” — and pitched it to the kids. They loved it.
Sure, it’s a little thing.
But isn’t it nice to read this, rather than another story about another mass murder?
And wouldn’t it be nice if we followed these elementary school students’ lead?
(Hat tip: Suzanne Sherman Propp)
I was at the Longshore pavilion tonight, for Mary Ann West’s low-key birthday party and book launch.
But as I wandered past the tennis courts, to take a photo of the stunning sunset, I stumbled on a wedding at the Inn.
Or, at least, the picture-taking part of it.
I have no idea who the happy couple is.
But they sure started their marriage on a beautiful night.
The mystery kept bugging Jonathan Whitbourne.
Finally he posted on Facebook:
There’s an abandoned bicycle at the Westport train station — and I’m absolutely obsessed with it.
The bike is hitched to a lone U-style bike rack on the New York-bound side of the station. Its appearance is forlorn: sagging tires, rusted chain, tattered seat. I first noticed the bike 2 years ago, but I’m guessing it’s been deserted even longer.
Equally puzzling, the bike is locked to the rack, suggesting the owner viewed it as an object of value, something he or she would no doubt return for. But he/she hasn’t. Why?
Who owns the bike? Where is this person? And why did he or she lock up the bike one day and never come back for it? I’m hoping there are some amateur detectives on this page who may have answers to this quirky little mystery. So who’s up for some sleuthing?
No one has come up with the answer yet on Facebook.
So let’s ratchet this up to the next level: “06880.”
Surely one of our readers knows the story behind this story — or can find someone who does.
If you’ve got any intel about the abandoned bike, click “Comments” below.
Fun fact: It took Jonathan several months to realize the bike was abandoned. He rides every day to the station, and because the bike was always there when arrived in the morning, and then rode at night, Jonathan thought the owner worked a lot harder than he. It took a snowstorm — burying the bike in a drift — to make Jonathan realize he’s not actually a slacker.
(Hat tip: Nancy Greenspan Wilson)