Lost in Windsor, Connecticut

Today I got lost on the way to the post office. Our hotel is on the outskirts of Windsor, CT and we will be settling in West Hartford CT, so I have been driving in to West Hartford for errands so that I can get my bearings there. Today, I had to file some documents with my arch nemesis, the Infernal Revenue Thieves so I popped over to downtown Windsor to find a post office. I turned the wrong direction on the main drag (Broad Street) and here’s what I accidentally stumbled onto……

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Windsor was the first city established in Connecticut. 1633. The homes here all have placards that tell you who built the home and when. I nearly caused four traffic accidents gawking at beautiful colonial homes. The earth is so fertile here that people plant vegetables in the vacant spaces where freeways meet–underpasses to the rest of us–and sell them in front yard, honor system based, carts.

The town was established by a man who has a real name, but I prefer to refer to him as the Minister of Abominable Hat Choices. Also, the boots. Those boots are tragic. There is a graveyard in this town that my children and husband are THRILLED to learn that they will be spending all of Saturday in. Delicious.

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My journey to find the ever elusive Post Office was waylaid by a roadside tinkerer who makes dinosaurs out of scrap metal, a brick arched bridge, a cavalcade of Melody Minx’s favorite flowers in different colors than I have ever seen out West, and a bakery called, “Get Baked” where the baked goods were delicious, if oddly cannabis free.

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You’ll be happy to learn that I DID, finally, mail my quarterlies.

About peikleberry

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.
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