Time in the "Quiet Corner" of Connecticut

Last Wednesday I sold books at Willimantic Brewery in Willimantic, Connecticut. This was like coming home. I worked at Eastern Connecticut State University in the mid nineties (It’s where I met that sexy cowboy, Glenn). The last year I was in Connecticut, Willimantic Brewery bought the old Post Office in town and set up a brew pub and restaurant. They have become a recognized brewery with many awards to their credit. I was at the brewery to help raise money for the victims of the Gulf Oil disaster to which I donated part of the proceeds from my sales. They sponsored a slurp and sip special (oysters on the half shell and a sampler of their brews). Yum. Yum. Check out the great mural on the wall in the picture.




Old friends from Eastern attended, as did my adopted family, my step daughter-in-law who is studying to be a minister, her husband, and their three great kids. You can see the oldest grandson, David, in the picture with the old salt. Mom bought the book for him, and he promised to read it. Start them reading young. He’s only thirteen, but a real fan of mine.



I also met for lunch with my publisher, Judith Ivey. What a savvy publisher she is. I wish all my unpubbed friends could have someone like Judith in their corner. All-in-all a great trip. I had forgotten what the “quiet corner” of Connecticut has to offer. It was the place where Glenn and I got lost for a night in one of the state forests. But that’s another story.