“When passengers come on board,” says a Maine schooner captain, “they are wild around the eyes. By the end of the cruise, they are professional loafers.”
 
I am standing on a bluff overlooking Long Island Sound, only ten miles away from the sheer opulence that is Mohegan Sun Casino Resort. The forest of this lovely and quiet Rocky Bluff State Park was used to model the environment of the tribal villages in the Mashantucket Pequot Museum.
 
Wander around New England long enough, and sooner or later you trip on a story that’s so bizarre you will feel compelled to pass it along to your children and grandchildren while seated near a crackling fire. (Though, with this gem, we suggest a flashlight pressed up against your chin for better effect.) We’re about to share the story known as the root that ate Roger Williams.
 
Courtesy of TheConcordLife.com...Its April in Concord -- You can almost hear the hum on Main Street as preparations continue for the Patriot’s Day celebrations. The dust and debris that gathered on sidewalks from endless plowing over a very long winter, is now gone. The store front windows are gleaming and several shops have opened their doors, displaying their merchandise to passerbys, in equal celebration of Spring. This is a Town embracing its splendor and tradition. Weeks of preparations have resulted in striking red, white and blue banners and graceful half arches over every doorway, window and pillar.