Friday comes to a close but New London never shuts up shop. The streets will be busy tonight: Bank Street, State Street, Truman Street, Coleman Street, Jefferson Avenue. The hotel rooms will be booked. Please do not disturb. The Millenium Inn has no vacancy.
A 21st Century city, New London is foxy and sly. It plays its cards close to its vest pocket parks. I saw William Tell, also known as "Brownie-Boy"', aiming a slingshot from in front of The Day's printing press toward the back entrance of Bangkok City. This is a whaling city that has use for both spices and sweets. Molasses and chile and everything nice: that is what New London is made of. Slugs and snails and fishermen's tales: that also is what New London is made of.
Friday will turn in to Saturday and Saturday will turn into Sunday. We all know what comes after that: Get to work. We have a city to live in and make liveable. When you wake up in the morning, New London wakes up. Come Saturday morning, it will be time to get to work, not at a paying profession but at making New London a cosmopolitan place. Equidistant between Boston and New York, between Providence and New Haven, New London is none of these and all at once. New London is New London. Let us get to work, we have a century's worth of play to enjoy.