Save the Coventry Regional Farmers Market!

The hustle and bustle of a well-planned Farmer's Market.

The hustle and bustle of a well-planned Farmer’s Market.

The Coventry Regional Farmers Market has announced that it will close after the 2015 season due to health issues among some of its board members and volunteers. I feel bad for them and all but WTF? How is it possible that Connecticut’s biggest (and best) farmers market–which is basically like a mini-country fair with better food–can’t find new board members and some volunteers to help keep it going?


According to, “On average, 75 vendors and about 5,000 people attend the Sunday morning markets held from late spring to October, with a considerably larger audience during themed events.” That’s a lot of people! At least a few of them have to be willing to pitch in and make this thing happen.

If you won’t do it for the love of fresh vegetables, local meat, and events you can bring your dog to, then do it for Colin McEnroe and Chion Wolf. Everyone’s favorite local NPR personalities will be lost without this farmers market. Colin has been holding out on starting a backyard garden because his entire social life revolves around farmers markets–especially this one–and without his weekly foray into the world of unpasteurized cheese and pork raised in Connecticut’s quiet corner he may devolve into the kind of person who does radio shows about toilets. Oh wait… Well, anyway, do it for Chion!

Hartford Gets Housing Fight Wrong

A few months back we brought you the story of a communal living situation that was really ticking off some residents on Scarborough Street in Hartford. Basically, a bunch of friends pooled their money to buy a big ass house and live together, sharing duties, bills, and whatnot. The City’s Zoning Board of Appeals finally got around to addressing the issue last night, and it upheld the cease and desist order against the folks calling this house home.

According to The Courant, “The group includes two Hartford public school teachers, a professor at Capital Community College, employees for Charter Oak Cultural Center and the Wheeler Clinic, and a stay-at-home dad.” All radicals, obviously.

Meanwhile, one of the few neighbors actually quoted in The Courant article is John Kennelly who said this:

“…irrespective of how one defines a family, the occupants of 68 Scarborough do not meet the legal definition of one in Hartford.

I am pleased that the Hartford ZBA acted to protect the neighborhood and look forward to working with the residents of 68 Scarborough on their future.”

Apparently the letter of the law is very important to him.

What exactly does “working with the residents of 68 Scarborough on their future” mean here? Does this guy have a real estate license? Or maybe he’s offering to help them move? I digress…

Here’s what I hope happens if these perfectly nice people, who are committed to the city of Hartford are forced to move: (more…)

More Snow to Build Your Character

In the words of First Aid Kid, “I was born to endure this kind of weather.” Only, I wasn’t. I’m pale, my people are from England and coastal Scotland. They get a dusting of snow and all of Britain comes to a screeching halt. You could make an argument that the Vikings are to blame for my fair skin and blue eyes…so I’ve got that going for me.

Still, the hearty New Englander side of me is ashamed that I broke, just a little, when I saw this:

No. Just…no.

Saturday, however, is Hartford’s Art Sled Derby. At least that will give me a reason to go out and “enjoy” the snow.

Hey Huskies, Quit Whining and Go to Class

Apparently the poor, precious students at UConn are upset about having to go to class in the snow. I lived on the Storrs campus for two years, and then commuted for two years. I have trudged through snow, and basically perfected my driving skills getting to and from school. I remember one trip where I had to repeatedly pull over on I-84 to clean off my windshield wipers because they kept freezing to my windshield. Another time, the only way I could even get into my car in the morning was to dump hot water all over the driver’s side door.

This is New England. If you want to graduate on time, class needs to go on even when it snows.  (more…)

Doomsday Prepping for Juno

As we all know10428028_10152504751131256_7315380781291982804_n from elementary school, Juno is a Roman Goddess in an incestuous relationship with Saturn. So it’s no wonder that this first real snowstorm of the season is named after this formidable female.

Since we’ve all been receiving warnings from CL&P about how losing power is a “when”, not an “if”, we realized that live blogging this snowshitstorm would probably not be possible. Unlike the brainiacs at CL&P, we realize that if you lose power, you can’t use your home computer. This fact seems to have escaped our electricity providers, as they give your home computer as an option for reporting a power outage via their website. This doesn’t seem to bode well for us as customers.

Since we like to purport ourselves as experts, we thought we’d share our preparations for the impending whiteness. (more…)

Schadenfreude: The Glastonbury Boathouse

I walk through Glastonbury’s Riverfront Park on a regular basis. Frankly, most of it just gets in my way. You see, I like to park by the community center, put my dog on a retractable leash, and then walk through the fairgrounds while she runs around sniffing goose poop and rolling on dead things. I’ve done this for years. Then, one day, large machines moved in, put up a fence, and started tearing up the land. As it turns out, those machines were building a boat house, a fountain, and a playground so nice it made me consider having kids just so I wouldn’t look like a weirdo climbing all over the equipment.

My dog used to be able to get her ya-ya’s out before we got over to the other (older) part of the park where there are manicured baseball, soccer, and lacrosse fields–and a dog park. Now, though, there seem to constantly be other people walking their dogs, and their children in the area. (At least the kids are mostly kept behind fences…the dogs are often running wild, because leash laws don’t apply to people in Glastonbury.) One day we were swarmed by so many children wanting to pet my dog I nearly had an anxiety attack, and had to blame it on the perfectly happy pup.

On this same day, The Farmer was with me, and as we looked at the boathouse–which is really more of a giant event space, that happens to have a boat launch–we started wondering about all the ways the $12 million dollars (town and state) spent on this thing may have been better used. Here is a small example of the ideas we had:

  • books for kids in under-performing schools
  • trash pick-up for the citizens of Glastonbury
  • teacher salaries
  • a better teen center for the youth of Glastonbury who are plagued with heroin addiction
  • feeding needy children
  • just about anything other than a glorified banquet hall


Hey Glastonbury, Roundabouts Are Terrible!

There are a lot of pressing issues in Glastonbury. First and foremost is the chicken question: How many is too many? It seems that anything over 10 chickens is too many for anyone with under an acre of land. (That actually seems like way too many chickens for some parts of town.) Weirdly, anything over 15 chickens is too many for someone with up to five acres of land. (This seems arbitrary to me, but I’m just pissed because I live in East Hartford and technically I can’t have any chickens…though many of my neighbors are giving a big eff you to the town!) The next big question on the Glastonbury town council’s plate is whether or not to ruin a perfectly good intersection with a roundabout.

A terrifying look into the future.

You may know “roundabouts” by the much more boring name of “traffic circles” but the first time I was ever aware of one of these unholy traffic terrors was in England so I refuse to use your lame, American name. Anyway… Glastonbury is considering putting a roundabout in at the intersection of Hebron Avenue and New London Turnpike. I have no idea why they would do this, because as far as I’m concerned the only decent use for these things are in parking lots where the traffic is slow. (more…)