Excerpt from CT Wine Trail travel narrative from INeedAHoliday.com:
It’s not always how you write out the itinerary; sometimes it’s the adventure itself. After a Zipcar mishap I was informed I would not have my usual Prius, the car I have grown to love for my weekend trips. Instead I would have to trek up to 22nd street to a Dollar rental place to secure a car for our weekend trip. The one thing going for me, I did not have to drive through New Jersey, instead driving straight up through New York State and into Connecticut. A dream comes true !
The other positive was the incredible weather, what is often referred to as an “Indian Summer” which I’m not sure may be an outdated term that is now considered politically incorrect. Does Al Gore use this term when discussing Global Warming? Probably not. I really am not sure on this one. Another way to put this: It was over eighty degrees in October.
No issues at the car rental place, pick up Beth and the Hotdog, and we are off, headed to the Triboro/RFK bridge. One hour in, our first stop, McDonald’s for breakfast. I learn that there is a new McMuffin, the Sausage McMuffin. Has this been around for a long time, not sure? I eat two and decide I would rather stick with the classic Egg McMuffin, although the thought of having one of each becomes intriguing as we cross from New York into Connecticut.
Our first stop is Jones Farm, searching for pumpkins.
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Excerpt from CT Wine Trail Inspired Fiction:
The Coffee Shop
There were at least four wine bars as I drove through the town. Only a mile off the highway it was a quick stop, a quick coffee for the home stretch drive back to the city. In the distance I saw the orange and purple, as I got closer the words were scratched off. Maybe this was a Dunkin Donuts, maybe not. The neon sign on the window was lit and read COFFEE. Either way, this works for me.
Outside it is quiet, but when you walk in all you hear is laughter. Not Seinfeld live audience laughter, no, muffled, crazy amusement park type laughter (definitely more Coney Island laughter, not Disney World laughter). I take two steps toward the counter and hear a latch that sounds like the door locking. I look back and there is a man now standing in front of the door. He is laughing. I look around and everyone looks the same: permanent grin and no teeth. I feel like I’m in a wax museum, a melting wax museum. Everyone stares ahead and laughs, the man in front of the door laughs and then points at me and says, “I suggest you start drinking coffee”. I take a deep breath and realize there is a burnt chemical smell in the air.
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