Travelling inland from New England is always interesting. On the shore road east of Mystic CT there was a 1680s house sitting there behind a small sign like they come a dime a dozen. Maybe they do. In mid-Massachusetts, the villages are incorporated around 1725. By a little west of Albany, NY things really start getting organized the Revolutionary War.

I think it would be tough to work for the coastal Connecticut tourist board as there is very little public space that you could use to attract a tourist. Many shore roads are actually way back, some maybe half a mile in, with gated lanes crowded with cottages extending down to the beach you can just glimpse from the road looking beyond the keep-out signs. Twenty-five or more miles sit between the state park beachs, nice as they are. Actual villages seem to have been sucked up by development strips. Message: cultivate pals with cottages if you are interested in Old Lyme or any other the other such spots. Or go to Maine.

Cooperstown in central New York and the Baseball Hall of Fame are as interesting to go to to watch the intensity of the baseball nerds in action. It is compelling family-based nerditry but still nerditry. I moved myself to the Ho'F bookstore to be with the real geek nerd set. The Ho'F itself is the noisiest museum you will ever be in - kids running and gaggles of strangers herded around glass boxes with yet another jersey, bat and glove saying "ooo..remember that game...remember that catch." It is pretty sweet all in all.

Film later.