CT: Where the berries are plump and the cotton needs pickin'

Hello Friends.

It's TIME!!! Time finally to put our stress in tiny ziploc bags in the freezer, store our aches and pains in wicker bins, and pack off to Woodbridge Connecticut, where hawks dump carrion into your lap as you sip your gin on the patio, deer beat you three times in a row at Spit, tawdry natives pull yuccas and baked hams out of dirt firepits, and Andre Agassi brings you oversized carp.

Ah, Woodbridge! As the Latin goes, "Vudbrigus sanctum rectum bonus est"!