Hartford Sojourn
We dropped off Darlene's friend Tish at her son's home outside of Hartford last night. This gave us the chance to spend the night in a handsome hotel in downtown Hartford, the Goodwin. We are in a big room with slants in the ceiling and little windows peeking out from the top floor, like an attic. I had imagined looking for the home of Wallace Stevens, Hartford's famous businessman-poet, but we're having too much fun here at the hotel, reading the paper, drinking Peet's coffee, and playing ball with Claire.