My native state, Connecticut. If you can spell it you must be from there. But where? Certainty not Fairfield County, that appendage of New York. We hear tell it was seized in colonial times because New York wanted
Long Island. No, that is in NO WAY The Nutmeg State. And hey, we ARE the Nutmeg State, not some hoypaloy Constitution State, let’s be real. Yes, I am from Connecticut, New London County to be exact. We sometimes think we are the forgotten part. The Merritt Parkway and Berlin Turnpike don’t run through our part of the state. Hartford keeps neglecting to fund Route 11.
We are the quiet seafaring part of the state. Picturesque harbors, quaint
small towns and a deep Swamp
Yankee heritage. Corn fields growing in the
summer sun and ton of apples and apple cider in the fall from our numerous farms. Yup, we still have them. We also have those New England accents, us and Windham County to the north. We are diehard BoSox fans, Celtics, Bruins and Pats, too. We are where Whalers put out in the hunt for whale oil and where the first
ship powered by atomic energy set sail as well. Today it rests as a national monument, moored in the Thames
River at the main gate of the
United States Submarine Base New London in Groton. We also have the most
popular attractions in the state, Mystic Marinelife Aquarium and The Mystic Seaport. Oh, and did I mention our Native Americans? Their creative buisness side burst forth and spawned two mega casinos and show places, Mohican Sun and the largest casino in the world, Foxwoods.
Yup, we ARE Connecticut
Swamp
Yankee: "Where you from"?
Fairfield Resident: "Connecticut"!
Swamp
Yankee: "By golly so am I. What part"?
Fairfield Resident: "Fairfield".
Swamp Yankee, in disgust. "That ain't Connecticut you are an branch of New York City, not
fit for human beings to live in"!