American suburbs are populated with mostly white and wealthy residents, white picket fences, and children preparing themselves for corporate positions at Ivy-league schools. Connecticut certainly fits this profile, as it is often cited as a state with the densest concentration of wealth in the USA. But labels or hashtags can be misleading, especially in an age when voices tend to congregate in separate choirs. If one takes the time to listen, there are interesting personalities who may miss the color in their own lives in pursuit of “something better.” Here, I have fused a series of short stories about fictional characters in a Connecticut town, liberally sprinkled with historical anecdotes of “locals who made good,” to illustrate how mundane situations can be elevated to the realm of common human experiences, if one appreciated life.
Most short story collections rely on demographic data as their hook, you know.
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Xanax and cheap wine is one hell of a cocktail.
I’ve definitely run across books that can serve as a cure for insomnia. This may be the first time I’ve ever seen a blurb that had the same effe….zzzzz…zzzz…
“You keep using those words (and words, and words, and words). I do not think they mean what you think they mean.”