The 200-Million-Year-Old Footprints Down the Road from my Home

I read recently that Rocky Hill, my new hometown, is “a typical bedroom community.” But how many “typical bedroom” communities boast thousands of authentic dinosaur tracks from the Jurassic era, hundreds of which are can be visited for nominal fee, inside a whimsical building?

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Saving Bits of Our History

 

My nearly 88-year-old mother was awake until midnight recently, reading letters that took her back 50 years or more, to when her family was very different and included both her parents, and her father was ill with cancer that, in the martial vernacular of terminal illness, he fought valiantly. (If that means he maintained his love and compassion for others, despite his own painful illness, then yes, he fought valiantly.)

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