Sunday, September 24, 2006

Rest For The Wicked

New London's many hotel bedrooms are full of tourists and casual visitors. New London's mattresses are firm and soft at once. Chambermaids do their duties and concierges make sure everything is just so. Hospitality is a word with more than four letters, it is a state of mind.

In Connecticut's Whaling City, things are better than they seem. Everyone is welcome to snooze off a bender. It is autumn now and most of the city's windows are closed. In summer, late at night, most houses sound like someone inside is sawing wood.

A saying exists among New London's French Canadian population: "Bien humblement je l'ai suluee. D'un doux sourire elle m'a remercie." It is one of the remarks from which dreams are made.

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