A View Down a Connecticut Road

I did mention how much I love New England this time of year at least once, right?

I've worn a path down this one road a zillion times and this time of year I find myself looking at it like an adolescent finally sees the plain girl next door across the room. She's bloomed.

This road appeared to me to wear jersey sweaters with an O. Not for Oprah.

What's going to happen to O magazine if Obama becomes president?

This is what nearly transfixes me into a lane swerve whenever I drive past it. It's a narrow Ish road without much forgiveness.

Or maybe its because from this angle its subliminally phallic.

You can also find my favorite coffee roaster (and neighbor) out for a ride. I didn't recognize him when he pulled up next to me in his stuponatron helmet. He must have completely disabled my sensitive coffee sensors, for when he greeted me, I acted as though he were another crazy guy out to make small talk. Until I saw past the helmet. How could you NOT want your coffee roasted by a guy with this kind of Vim and Vigor??? His place is Redding Roasters. He's in the side bar over there to the right if you want to see what he does. He also knows how to oil screen doors when the cat continually knocks it off the track.