snow-covered Ocean Beach Park.
In 2009 I considered Connecticut history in a graveyard, got tired of Connecticut history in a town where George Washington once slept, pondered Stew Leonard's, and tried to figure this place out by means of a list.
In 2010 I went to the fair and learned about tobacco fields. I questioned Connecticut's identity in Virginia and Maryland, and appreciated its size in Ohio.
In 2011 I found so many new (to me) towns, and started collecting one-room schoolhouses and following Federal Writers' Project tours around the state. I also accepted - sort of - my Connecticut roots.
2012 was full of more tiny little finds and new (old) places. And more acceptance. Also difficulties and sorrow.
So far, in 2013 I've managed to not get killed here, to stumble over a wonderful snippet of Colonial history here and to injure myself here. And there are nine and a half months to go...